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letra de hauled off in chunks - killriddle

[chorus]
force feed you pills, don’t you feel f-ckin’ drunk?
take your body to the lake, i just watched how you sunk
i’m sippin’ vodka, gettin’ crunk, you gon’ get hauled off in chunks
when i dismember your body, i love when my blade gets stuck

[verse 1]
tie you up and chop it ’til your brains look like some f-ckin’ mince
beat you down and leave you black and blue ’cause you a stupid b-tch
carve my name into your flesh and make you eat my f-ckin’ kids
break your f-ckin’ back and starve you ’til i see your r-, ribs
if i’ma go to h-ll when i die, then i’ma take you with me
every time i stab, i f-ckin’ huff the smell within me
b-tch, i love the high, the smell of death and bodies rottin’ bring me
got dead bodies underneath my bed, the lord ain’t gon’ forgive me
i’m f-cked up, but you f-cked up
i’ma sew your f-ckin’ mouth shut, make you shut up
get that p-ssy cut up, now your luck up
when you see me with my cleaver, that’s your sign to f-ckin’ run

[bridge]
you gon’ have to stab me, b-tch, i got dead bodies inside my fridge
i’m cuttin’ flesh in bits with scissors, i’m shippin’ fent’ straight out the crib
you gon’ have to hurt me, b-tch, ain’t no need for arguments
i got bodies in the freezer, i left your dumb ho in a ditch
[verse 2]
let your fluids f-ckin’ leak out of your body
choppin’ up a corpse, don’t feel remorse, b-tch, i ain’t f-ckin’ sorry
blood is runnin’ down your clothes, i snap your bones and i embody
wear your skin, take your persona, as you die, cardiomyopathy

[pre-chorus]
i f-ckin’ bag and tag that b-tch, i’m seein’ dollar signs
everything i do is for the voices in my mind
i’m off f-ckin’ oxy whilst i’m sippin’ lean and doin’ lines
b-tch, i got some scag, i’m ’bout to overdose and not survive
ahaha

[refrain]
tie you up and chop it ’til your brains look like some f-ckin’ mince
beat you down and leave you black and blue ’cause you a stupid b-tch
carve my name into your flesh and make you eat my f-ckin’ kids
break your f-ckin’ back and starve you ’til i see your r-ribs

[outro]
hauled off in chunks

- killriddle

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