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letra de bye bye bitch - killriddle

[intro]
i’m just really scared that something is going to happen

[chorus]
bye-bye, b-tch, bye-bye
i don’t wanna say “bye,” i wanna say “f-ckin’ die”
yeah, bye-bye, b-tch, bye-bye
i don’t wanna say “bye,” i wanna say “f-ckin’ die, die”

[verse 1]
voices in my head, but i don’t need no medicine
i’m starvin’ way too f-ckin’ much, i’m lookin’ like a skeleton
i-i been rotting in my coffin, i feel like i’m dead again
i resurrected out the grave so i could f-ckin’ k!ll again

[bridge]
bye-bye
i wanna make you f-ckin’ die, b-tch
bye-bye
i’m gonna make you f-ckin’ cry, b-tch
bye-bye
i wanna make you f-ckin’ diе, b-tch
bye-bye
i’m gonna make you f-ckin’ cry, b-tch

[verse 2]
got a nеw f-ckin’ saw, i wanna f-ckin’ test it out
if you tryna f-ckin’ talk then i’ma f-ckin’ stitch your mouth
if you wanna f-ckin’ walk, then don’t come and f-ck around
b-tch, i’ma tie you to the table, cut you up, and eat you out, ah
[interlude]
why is it that everybody else who’s seen it is dead and you’re alive? i’ve seen it, too
get her away from me!

[chorus]
bye-bye, b-tch, bye-bye
i don’t wanna say “bye,” i wanna say “f-ckin’ die”
yeah, bye-bye, b-tch, bye-bye
i don’t wanna say “bye,” i wanna say “f-ckin’ die”

[verse 3]
i’ma dump your f-ckin’ body when i’m done
i been locked away, but now i’m out, i got a gun
i’ma find your f-ckin’ family and i’ma have some f-ckin’ fun
i feel like elliot the way i’m k!llin’ b-tches on the run
it’s a massacre i started
p-ssy, pull up on me, if you do, you just r-t-rded
b-tch, i’m on a k!lling spree, put these organs on the market
i just got some blood on my new jeans and on the carpet
i never knew that this sh-t would end, like, now i’m the target

[interlude]
(k-k-k!ll them)

[verse 4]
die, b-tch
i’ma leave you bleedin’, you my f-ckin’ sacrifice, b-tch
swing my f-ckin’ blade, i put you down, you die tonight, b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout what is wrong and what is right, b-tch
don’t come f-ckin’ try me, you should know that i’m not nice, b-tch
i ain’t got no manners, b-tch, i won’t be sayin’ “please”
grab your face and f-ckin’ slit you with my motherf-ckin’ keys
carve my name into your skin ’cause i just wanna see you bleed
there’s too many reasons why i wan’ be dead at nineteen

- killriddle

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