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letra de devil's cut - kmakze

(hook)

which of us is the sickest? come on and tell me the truth
do you think that it’s you? come on and show me your proof
you see we murdered and raped, we’ve been to h-ll and escaped
now it’s back to bad habits licking blood off our plates
which of us is the sickest? come on and tell me the truth
do you think that it’s you? come on and show me your proof
i made a pact with lucifer, the case is closed and it’s shut
you’re f-cking with an immortal b-tch, we call this the devil’s cut

tears of blood are falling, they’re dripping from my cheeks
dropping to the pavement, puddles on the concrete
rid myself of sin and the violence from within
with the crimson of the innocent, from underneath my eyelids
let me take you back, to the amniotic sac
from which i was conceived, when my life went off the tracks
where my fathers evil seed and my mamas deviled egg
had a date with destiny and h-ll opened up it’s gates
i walked up out here legs, snipped my f-ckin’ cord
doused the place with kerosene and burned it to the floor
then i p-ssed upon it’s ashes laughin’, craftin’ evil deeds
that i planned to wreak upon the world and across the seven seas
i’m the anti-christ it needs, the hero of the villains
the pied piper twisting minds of your perfect children
so sing along and follow while reciting every word
and may god forgive my mom and dad for showing me this world

(hook)

i spot the mark and start sh-t, i sway and magic mark flips
the target, mark you work in that shopping market, target
we cross the parking lot, through the money mart near the margarine
marking margin charts with martin and marge, i’m stalking margaret
that’s my hostage, when i barge in, taking charge
like a star ship sargeant with mark six in his armpits
left the apartment in a stolen rover, rolled it
split the frame, chipped a fang, spit out a glowing guitar pick
sorta tore my shoulder, soda soaked the carpet
flipped closed the open compartments, park it, hit the clothing department
like pardon me, logan? noticed that you’re loading them carts with
them clothes to cloak a marksman while reloading a cartridge
i stole ’em, set explosives, sit and smoke on a carton
when it blows i know i won’t be left alone in the darkness
i’ll change what you used to know ’bout going through hardships
day breaks, i make an escape when the guards shift

(hook)

at a tea party with dolls, call me the puppeteer
grinnin’ from ear to ear, with a lipstick smear
mad as a hatter, one sandwich short of a slice
but my basket is full, gon’ share with alice tonight
yeah, you’re sharin’ alice is right, get a pair of hammers, a knife
set a stage, a camera and lights it’s compared to amateur night
we makin’ snuffy f-ck films in a company truck filled
with the bubbly blood spilled of somebody we just k!lled
and proceeded to stab repeatedly, long after he ceased to breathe
through the windpipe that we sliced clean
i love making hits and i love that the lights green
for kazz p and kmakaz to come f-ck with your life’s dream
til’ life seems filled with sorrow as sick as it might seem
the seven circles of h-ll were considered as sight seeing
you might believe in an all powerful being but my deity is me
spiritually i’m free to wreak havoc
wreak havoc, while i st-tch at the seams and weave fabric
we’ve crafted dark arts and out cast your weak magic
a new breed of savage and comical daft sh-t creeps
from the mouth of krueger and kazz-p vorhees
i’m only after p-ssy that’s swimming in vd
leave it ripped to wrecked shreds and smothered in vaseline
brother you askin’ me? i love it when blood rains
and lubricates the links on my chainsaw blade

- kmakze

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