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letra de everything - kgp

(chorus)
caught up in this k!llin’ spree
i guess the police now are after me
they wanna bring me in for questioning
but i only speak in tongues and blasphemy
so what the f-ck you askin’ me?
details of my masterpiece
started from the beginning of the kidnapping
they wanted to know of s-xual tendencies
and if she died and where’s her body
how did i do it, they wanna know everything

(verse 1: kgp)
it was a dark as h-ll night, bl–dy sunday night, last call
i park outside the local bar, posin’ as a taxi car
i see her stumble out and i ask her if she needs a ride
too drunk to drive, she agrees and hops on inside
i lock the door and now she’s mine, destination not far from home
she’s screamin’ in the back seat, that the way i drive is dead wrong
we made it to the abandoned house, with nothin’ inside but a dirty couch
i kept the b-tch from screamin’ with some duct tape placed upon her mouth
i tried to take her clothes off, she kept kicking ’til i got p-ssed off
so i pistol whipped that b-tch until the c-nt was knocked unconscious
her blood tasted like cheap wine, as i put my d-ck deep inside
with a hard thrust, she woke up, i could see the fear deep in her eyes
not knowin’ if she’ll live or die, her c-nts filled with s-m-n and blood
i ripped it up, tape all, so i can hear the b-tch as she prays to god
not even god could save her, as i wrap my fingers around her throat
i threw her body in the back of my trunk and drove her to a place unknown

(verse 2: komatose)
another late night, another slain wife
i ??? the block and i’m grippin’ the blade so tight
i stay to the right, ’cause i’m keepin outta plain sight
i knock on the ??? windows and i’m hopin’ your brains ripe
i find a home with a girly on the couch all alone
and she’s watchin’ old episodes of the twilight zone
dreamin’ of flesh and bones, soakin’ up her screams and moans
i break out the bas-m-nt window and cut the lines to the phone
i sneak up the stairs with one thing on my mind
“where will i hide the remains, after i do my wine and dine?”
so fine, she’s mine, but back to the grind, it’s time to cross the line
stay so close to the ground and quietly slither up right behind
where she sits, this is it, it’s gonna be so quick
stick the couch, it comes out the front side of this b-tch
so sick, i walk up to her face, take a taste, no trace
nothin’ for the cops to build a f-ckin’ case

- kgp

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