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letra de boilerroom - killeddy

[intro: gualtieri, cullen]
“you really want me to say it?”
“man, f-ck you and this bullsh-t!”
“…and that’s what this is, you know…? satanic black magic, sick sh-t!”

[chorus]
i’m coming down clean, pass the spliff, ay
opposition in it, smoke until my lungs give, ay
can’t say it to my face, that’s a sin, ay
chop you up, separate the pieces, then we split, ay
shrooms hittin’, i won’t even feel the fifth, ay
but i’m still drinking, i don’t wanna feel sh-t, ay
it’s k!lleddy, b-tch, no assists, ay
pull up to your function, bet i’m splittin’ wigs, ay

[bridge]
wanna see a dead body? that’s your boy on cnn
don’t worry, your b-tch is safe here, smoking in my bed
she told me how it went, she don’t want this night to end
on live, you told me, “eddy, pull up!”, i said, “bet!”

[verse]
three tabs, then i’m going off the rails
he thinks he’s a rockstar, the shank will pierce his veil
the shotty’s not divine, but it will sentеnce you to h-ll
the combo in my swishеrs got me movin’ like a snail
you can catch me walkin’ ’round with the same pump kurt cobain used
in the function, paranoid, you eye me, i’ll erase you
don’t come to my shows, you will get stomped out on mayhew
if she’s got tats, she can eat me like a quaalude
[bridge]
ay, ay, spinnin’ like a beyblade
i’ve been in the hills, trippin’, smokin’ on that gateway
barkin’ like a b-tch, you better be ready to face fate
come the f-ck outside, my knife wants a play date
pull up with the b-tterfly, f-ck with me, you’re gonna die
if your plotting on me and someone pulls up, don’t wonder why
i can’t even talk to the hoes, i’m too f-cking fried
but i got your girl on me, we’re gonna f-ck on mine

[chorus]
i’m coming down clean, pass the spliff, ay
opposition in it, smoke until my lungs give, ay
can’t say it to my face, that’s a sin, ay
chop you up, separate the pieces, then we split, ay
shrooms hittin’, i won’t even feel the fifth, ay
but i’m still drinking, i don’t wanna feel sh-t, ay
it’s k!lleddy, b-tch, no assists, ay
pull up to your function, bet i’m splittin’ wigs, ay

[interlude: gualtieri, cullen]
“he wants to know if it still itches.”
“don’t f-ck with me! who you been talking to?”
“i’m afraid i’m gonna have to ask you to leave…”
“why? what the f-ck are they saying?!”
“f-cking queers!”
[chorus]
i’m coming down clean, pass the spliff, ay
opposition in it, smoke until my lungs give, ay
can’t say it to my face, that’s a sin, ay
chop you up, separate the pieces, then we split, ay
shrooms hittin’, i won’t even feel the fifth, ay
but i’m still drinking, i don’t wanna feel sh-t, ay
it’s k!lleddy, b-tch, no assists, ay
pull up to your function, bet i’m splittin’ wigs, ay

- killeddy

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