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letra de take whats mine - klokwerk e

[verse 1: kyle kombs]
i ain’t never paid for p-ssy, steal that sh-t off the block
i took a wallet, buy some condoms and a couple of pops
i tie her up and fill her mouth with my nasty-ass socks
i get my nut and bust her head with a heavy-ass rock
i’m in a flop shootin’ thots with syringes [?]
i punch her in the mouth and drag her by the back of the mop
i fling her up the stairs bleedin’ as she screams for the cops
i tie a knot around her head and drop her off of the top
i’m in a sketchy van, really i’m a messy man
blacked out k!lling spree, oh no, i made a mess again
bodies on my front porch, demons got the best of him
said she likes the underground, i guess you’re gettin’ buried then

[chorus: kyle kombs]
i’m on the east side, runnin’ with an axe in my hand
i got at least five b-tches in the back of my van
they all drugged-out tryin’ to find a way to get out
but i’ma throw ’em in the bas-m-nt, and they’ll never be found
’cause i’ma stab this ho and stab some mo’
i break her jaw, remove her clothes
i take what’s mine and rape this ho
i’m sick, i’m cold, i’m sick, i’m cold
[verse 2: billy d]
i’m out on sullivant ave lookin’ for who’s sellin’ ass
but i ain’t got any cash, soon as they get in the back
i turn the music full blast, they never heard of again
in just a couple of minutes, i’m back for all of they friends
and i ain’t in it for titties, i don’t care about poon
i wanna carve in your belly then make love to the wound
yeah my bas-m-nt is smelly, got some diggin’ to do
you’re not a person, you’re barely a f-ckin’ p-ssy to use
make sure you remove the bedding and burn all of the clothes
if you don’t break the t–th you’ll leave a trace in the home
make sure you wear some gloves when you go murderin’ hoes
if you don’t, then your crimes will be known over the globe

[outro: kyle kombs]
i’m on the east side, runnin’ with an axe in my hand
i got at least five b-tches in the back of my van
they all drugged-out tryin’ to find a way to get out
but i’ma throw ’em in the bas-m-nt, and they’ll never be found
i’m on the east side
at least five
drugged-out
[skit]
i need to get the f-ck out of here
i need to get out of here
oh my god, there’s a phone, there’s a phone
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
pick up, f-ck, f-ck, please pick up
pick up the phone, pick up the phone

- klokwerk e

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