letra de tails.net - killriddle
[intro]
an open laptop, logged into a darknet marketplace, with close to five years of illegal transactions
it was as simple as this, the officer pulled the usb stick, and it was all over
[chorus]
yuh, try to track me, you won’t find me, b-tch
i got bodies underneath the floorboards, organs in the f-ckin’ fridge, haha
i got my usb, don’t pull that sh-t
the feds just took it out, and now the operation went encrypt
[verse 1]
(yeah) i’m sellin’ organs on the f-ckin’ internet, b-tch
choppin’ up your body, i love choppin’ off your head, b-tch
watch you f-ckin’ die and suffer, screamin’ out for help, b-tch
n0body gonna hear except the viewers on my set, b-tch
aha, i am that motherf-cker (yuh)
you just useless f-ckin’ scum, i wanna watch you f-ckin’ suffer
i want to shoot my f-ckin’ gun and cut you with my cutter
i wanna watch you f-ckin’ crush up in my motherf-ckin’ shutter
[bridge]
i swear i found my b-tch on best gore
when you see my bl–dy apr-n, you know what i’m dressed for
which way will you die? i guess we’ll see what my viewers request for
i got tails on my pc, once i’m done, there’s nothing to arrest for
i swear i found my b-tch on best gore
when you see my bl–dy apr-n, you know what i’m dressed for
which way will you die? i guess we’ll see what my viewers request for
i got tails on my pc, once i’m done, there’s nothing to arrest for
[interlude]
(i’m so f-ckin’ scared, the feds on my f-ckin’ d-ck, oh sh-t)
[chorus]
yuh, try to track me, you won’t find me, b-tch
i got bodies underneath the floorboards, organs in the f-ckin’ fridge, haha
i got my usb, don’t pull that sh-t
the feds just took it out, and now the operation went encrypt
[verse 2]
there’s blood up on my walls, but i clean it up
put your organs in the blender quickly, just to mix it up
b-tch, i pour the codeine in my drink, so i— (ha, shut the f—)
grab my f-ckin’ sewing kit so i can f-ckin’ stitch you up
yeah, i’m nothin’ but a f-ckin’ junkie, on the dark web, b-tches love me
make way more than you, it’s funny, doubled daily, bl–dy money
don’t come ’round as if you my buddy, you won’t get no free sh-t from me
everything i do, you study, talk your sh-t, but, b-tch, stay bummy, b-tch
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