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letra de minced meat - killriddle

[chorus: hauntgat]
(yeah)
when i pull up with my shotty, b-tch, i’m catching bodies (yeah)
i ain’t leaving out n0body, b-tch, i need my money
i don’t give a f-ckin’ rat’s ass even if you say you’re sorry (no)
give your ass some shock value, that sh-t feels like a curse

[verse 1: hauntgat]
just like call of duty, little f-ck-boy, yeah, i pack a punch
said you will not try escape, but now i’ve got a hunch
i—, i got anything and everything you need, i’ve got a bunch (yeah)
boiled up your best friends guts and now we’re serving lunch
a-a-ah—

[chorus: hauntgat]
when i pull up with my shotty, b-tch, i’m catching bodies (yeah)
i ain’t leaving out n0body, b-tch, i need my money
i don’t give a f-ckin’ rat’s ass even if you say you’re sorry (no)
give your ass some shock valuе, that sh-t feels like a curse
when—, whеn—, when i pull up with my sho-sho—, i’m catching bodies (yeah)
i ain’t leaving out n0body, b-tch, i need my money
i don’t give a f-ckin’ rat’s ass even if you say you’re sorry, —ry
give your ass some shock value, that sh-t feels like a curse

[interlude]
rap music videos about murders cue fire in the community
mothers of the victims are speaking up saying the lyrics and videos have gone too far, giving specific details about why
[verse 2: k!llriddle]
’bout—, ’bout to peel your buddy, turn him to a mass of flesh
took another pill, i’m waitin’ for the dumb f-ck that up next
cut ’em up and fold ’em, i’m ’bout to smoke ’em like a cigarette
treat ’em like a b-tch, the way i put ’em down like i’m a vet
serving limbs up on a plate ’cause i don’t eat nothin’ but guts
i put your spleen up in the blender, my double cups filled with your blood
got a bb on my waist, tucked in my waist, i got a gun
i’m ready to take off your face because i’m having too much fun
yeah, pull up with a cleaver, i’m about to serve you on a dish
catch me f-ckin’ cheffin’, rate it five stars, but no michelin
you look too appetising when i marinade your guts and limbs
the meat falls off the bone, the bugs gon’ feast until there’s no more skin
i f-ckin’ wear you like a vest, i turned your best friend to a cap
you b-tchin’, actin’ all depressed, laugh when you die, how about that?
you b-tches actin’ so obsessed, i laid you dumb b-tch all out flat
squash you down so you compressed and hang you up just like a flag

[refrain: hauntgat]
just like call of duty, little f-ck-boy, yeah, i pack a punch
(said you will not try escape, but) now i’ve got a hunch
i—, i got anything and everything you need, i’ve got a bunch (yeah)
boiled up your best friends guts and now we’re serving lunch
a-a-ah—

- killriddle

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