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letra de mourning after - kryptik

(intro: rukus & komatose)
rukus: ah f-ck
rukus: what the f-ck am i gonna do with all these f-ckin’ bodies
rukus: where’s my f-ckin’ phone?
rukus: i gotta call komatose
rukus: f-ck
rukus: c’mon, c’mon, c’mon man answer the f-ckin’ phone, answer the f-ckin’ phone
rukus: h-llo?
komatose: h-llo?
rukus: yeah man it’s f-ckin’ rukus
komatose: aw sh-t again?
rukus: yeah i did it again
komatose: f-ck man
rukus: i got too many bodies man
komatose: why don’t you tell me what the f-ck happened this time?
rukus: alright, alright. yo check this sh-t out right here

(verse 1: rukus)
last night i got the urge to indulge in fatal sin
sharpened knives, loaded guns, let the body count begin
put up that sh-t, slip on my mask, grab my weapons, into town
midnight creepin’, victims sleepin’all so safe and sound
makin’ my rounds like jack the ripper, chokin’ out hoes, on sh-lls i slip
carving off flesh, ripiing out brains, with silver goblit, blood i sip
on the sneak tip, i have my way and the living are my prey
closing their eyes to go to bed but none of them are wakin’ up today
i must say i’m stackin’ them bodies up like a slaughterhouse -ssembly line
keep blood for wine, eyes for seein’, sh-t i’m runnin’ out of time
i head back to the krypt but f-ck, there’s one small problem
got bodies like a ??? all up in my hearst and i need help solvin’ ’em
should i disolve ’em in a tub, cut ’em up quick, wrap ’em up?
throw ’em in a dumpster, i ain’t no chumpster, yo the sun is comin’ up
what am i gonna do, got outta control, got too many bodies, b-tch i’m stuck
callin’ on you was the only thing i thought of and b-tch i’m runnin’ outta luck

(verse 2: komatose)
i gots me a few ideas about this late night predicament
the highrise being built by my old spot, drop ’em into cement
i’ve seen it done many times before, it’s one of my faves and that’s for sure
a nice little resting spot, no need to clean up and worry about the gore
or check this. how ’bout us two k!llers get our utencils and wreck this
i ain’t had sh-t to eat, how ’bout an early morning breakfast
that don’t seem alright? you want some more information?
there’s two motherf-ckers who have been there and done that in the same situation
yeah
yo kursed. pick up the phone man
help rukus out

(verse 3: kursed)
personally i’d just leave them there to rot
perhaps you won’t get caught if you dispose of their ident-ty
just leave the rest for shock, cut off all their fingertips and peel the skin from their face
knock out all their t–th and get away clean without a trace
there’s no way they’ll build a case and f-ck ’em if they do
k!ll them too, they might find a body, but won’t know who
that’s how i’d handle the situation that you’re in
but i like to play the odds so it’s up to you to listen

(interlude: komatose)
tr8 man
rukus needs your 411
give him a lil info

(verse 4: r-sun tr8)
what you need to do is purchase hydrochloric acid
it might take a while but trust me, it’ll eat that sh-t
then you can bag up what remains, hospital bare
dig you a hole and ditch the pieces, without a care
but don’t get too sloppy or c-cky, you best beware
you gotta try to not leave prints or hair anywhere
so now that you got my advice, i’m gonna let you go
i have a body of my own that needs to get disposed

(outro: rukus)
alright, alright bet
that sounds like a motherf-ckin’ plan
i’ll catch up with you motherf-ckas on the flip
pieces
i’m out

- kryptik

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