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letra de don't fuk with me - k-odd-ik

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[verse 1: k-odd-ik]
talk sh-t, you don’t wanna make this personal
all this anger got my f-cking head vertigo
murder so much that my role’s irreversable
hurt ’em though, making all these motherf-ckers turn to ghosts
surgical tools in my bas-m-nt to make them
suffer and die all just for my entertainment
face it, b-tch this is your final day spent
chained up from a wall, balling bl–dy and faceless
take this pair of pliers and rip your tongue off
freek sh-t serial k!lla that’s how i come off
keep my knife sticky and red, why wipe the blood off?
murder’s my addiction and i’ll never get cut off
the only thing cut off’s the top of your scalp
separated limbs drop them off at your house
1-8-7, guess the cops are in route
when they show up i’m f-cking choppin’ ’em down

[hook: k-odd-ik & psycho-t]
might wanna let ’em know they f-cking with the wrong guy
i don’t mind, in my mind, sh-t they can all die
they got that look in their eyes when i walk by
knowing any minute they could end up in a chalk line
might wanna let ’em know they messing with the wrong dude
i feel zero remorse, i’m k!lling all you
got a collection of blades and a lot of saw fuel
and f-ck the law, dude, y’all know i don’t follow rules

[verse 2:]
get under my skin then i’ll get under yours
what else you think i got this black box cutter for?
chopped off your thumb now it’s time for the other four
got guts in one and limbs in the other drawer
decapitated heads hung up around the house
you don’t wanna be here when the f-cking power’s out
chopped off head is what i use for a shower spout
entrails i eat always leave me with a sour mouth
sliced off ears chilling on my lucky necklace
outcast of cl-ss, man, who would’ve guessed it?
i’m too sneak and sly to ever get arrested
dead people in the bed at night that i rest with
sick f-ck, f-ck around and get your guts ripped up
zipped up bags and i keep ’em in the fridge shut
lips touch pieces of corpses, been there for six months
no serial k!ller in this time could live up

[hook: k-odd-ik & psycho-t]
might wanna let ’em know they f-cking with the wrong guy
i don’t mind, in my mind, sh-t they can all die
they got that look in their eyes when i walk by
knowing any minute they could end up in a chalk line
might wanna let ’em know they messing with the wrong dude
i feel zero remorse, i’m k!lling all you
got a collection of blades and a lot of saw fuel
and f-ck the law, dude, y’all know i don’t follow rules

[verse 3: psycho-t]
red liquid running from your skull crack
swinging my butcher knife, your face gets slashed
k!lling these f-ckers with my brother k-odd-ik
blood all over our clothes, there’s no stoppin’ it
walking around the neighborhood, ringing the door bell
no response so i kicked the door down
chase this b-tch around the house with a drill
caught up to her and made her brains spill
find her boyfriend a bigger b-tch than her
crying and screaming, bl–dy gore
he lost his mind when i drilled out his eyes
dropping to the ground, bl–dy floor feeling like a slip and slide
dragged the bodies to the kitchen
grab a butcher knife and chopped the limbs off these b-tches
threw ’em in a garbage bag along with the others
now i go to the next door, start all over

[outro: psycho-t]
b-tch
freek sh-t 2018
k-odd-ik – the pit

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