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letra de strung along - isolated beingz

[intro]
uhm! looks like you’ve caught the old crypt keeper checking out one of his ghouly magazines. girls like that are pretty hard to dig up! i call this plasma play strung along!

[verse 1: ruthless rob]
try to string me along, i’ll kick your ass in the t–th
f-ck you with a crowbar, i’ll make your p-ssy hole weep
hide your body in the woods wrapped up in a sheet
backslapped in the head, stab wounds in your ass cheek
it could have been avoided if you gave me some dome
and let me beat the p-ssy up like you just came home
the sh-t has founded me, you got no grounds to be
stringin’ me along, i tell you how it be
when i get off of work you better make me food
and pray to god that i ain’t in a f-ckin’ bad mood
b-tches steady hatin’, f-ckin’ sayin’ that’s rude
it’s big d-ck daddy ruthless, f-ck you
anyway, f-ck your opinion, f-ck women
i’ll take you to the lake but we ain’t goin’ swimmin’
you’ll be floatin’ like a dead fish wrapped up in linen
you keep stringin’ me along and i’ma keep on sinnin’

[chorus: 2-face]
i will dispose of you
where you think you goin’ b-tch? where you think you goin’?
where you think you goin’ b-tch? where you think you goin’?
i will dispose of you
where you think you goin’ b-tch? where you think you goin’?
where you think you goin’ b-tch? where you think you goin’?
[verse 2: 2-face]
your b-tch strung me along, we argued all night long
yo, she said i was wrong, now i’m writin’ the song
alone in my home and i’m hittin’ the bong
b-tch was actin’ like king kong dressed in a thong
yellin’ and screamin’, beatin’ her chest
i wanted to grab her by the hair and beat her to death
i wanted to grab her by the neck ’til her final breath
i walked out and i left then i got a few texts
she said she was sorry so i walked back inside
should have known the wh0re lied, she’d try to take my life
i came into her home, the sl-t was holding a knife
with crazy in her eyes, guess i’m not her type
she started stabbin’ my thighs to my head, blood in her face
started cryin’ in a corner ’til i grabbed a shoelace
choked her to death, what better time or place?
now i’ll wait ’til the cops come and lay me to waste (-gunfire-)

- isolated beingz

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