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letra de satan - krudzorts

ghosty ghosty

[intro]
beep beep richie
time to float
tasty, tasty beautiful fear
this isn’t real enough for you billy?
i’m not real enough for you?
it was real enough for georgie

[verse 1: krudzorts]
let me make this one thing clear
how many guys turnt pack?
k1, [?], stackz, shockz, kg
all of them boys got whacked
blacked out bally’s when we slide round the ave
grip on the mash and i let that slap
shoot man’s mum
i’ll shoot his dad

[verse 2: krudzorts]
in the head i’m tapped
call me krudz or f-cking tinyskattz
i bored kg now the p-ssyhole’s dead
chilling in the grave he’s f-cking dead
how many guys been f-cking m’d
shockz, ys, kg
they all got kweffed
[?], [?], [?]
all of them boys got wet
[verse 3: krudzorts]
go ask skattz how we got down shockz
back that rambz or i back that glock
2 sh-lls in a shotgun gon’ pop
and we done put men in a coffin box
add a k to the 3×2 get shot
add a k to the p get bun and dropped
[?], [?], [?]
they all got put in a box

[verse 4: krudzorts]
trapgiddy ys is a f-cking nerd
skattz bored o’mizz and [?]’s in the earth
how can you say that we ain’t on p-ss
4 times that i let that slap
but only 1 time did i ever miss

[verse 5: krudzorts]
i just got a call from skattz
saying that he f-cked up shockz’s b-tch
i don’t wanna hear no talk on my name
if you know, then you know about the k1 pr-ck
shockz got put in a spliff
smile on my face when i heard that sh-t
tear through livers and open ribs
watch me grin when i stab that kid
rip his lungs, inject in his throat
home visit settings, do it like pop smoke
[verse 5: krudzorts]
when i rest my shank on your chest
i promise you im’a lose control
i remember that day so f-cking clear
i bored kg man done it live-o
his eyes rolled back
he was coughing out blood
hearing the squish in his f-cking guts
my stomach cramped ’cause i laughed so much
even though i knew he was done
i kept on digging up in his lungs

[verse 6: krudzorts]
bad b wanna suck off parkside krudz
give man head no way can i beat it
put you’r life on the line don’t steal it
kg got bust like s-m-n
swing my shnak with force i mean it
slap that dotts, i’m a real life stealer
they asked what i wanna do in life
i said i wanna turn man pack like fifa

[verse 7: krudzorts]
i fell in love with my rambo knfie
i married it, i can’t be a cheater
come have a taste of my knife
let me show you about sharing’s caring
big man let me shown you what it’s like
stab that pr-ck pray to god he dies
dabwoykd couldn’t bust man’s eye
i could get k!lled anytime any day
so i message my marj and i say “i’m alright”
[verse 8: krudzorts]
kidnap yutes and i pop their spines
your mum’s gonna get shotgunned by i
f-ck that, i’m sick of the talk
grab that yute, feed him my sword
i just wanna k!ll their little siblings and tear them up [?]
shockz got bored and kg’s bored
drill complete, round of applause
[?] got bored, fell on the floor
i chinged him more, now he’s f-cked like p-rn

[verse 9: krudzorts]
i was an innocent kid
but d-ckheads played with my mind and heart
now i tear through flesh, i’m in love with it
i rip through guts and i call it art
(i rip through guts and i call it art)

[verse 10: youngpsycho]
wet man up and feel no way
i’m on the opp block with my favorite blade
titch got put in my spliff
if you see me, better use them legs
how many opps got done last summer?
cruise on them with my f-ck off cutter
rambo rips through skin like b-tter
the pr-cks dead on the floor
f-ck it might as well ching him more
t1 got put on a bench
j1 got put on a bench
sk got put on a bench
f-ck the opps man

- krudzorts

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