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letra de blood in the bong - lng

[verse 1: scum]
in my head i hear the voices, voices of the dead
did i k!ll too many people or have i gone mad?
there’s a head inside my freezer so you must be wrong
even when i’m getting high blood is in my bong
taste this daily, it’s replaced and so i pour some more
from a bl–dy baby body nailed onto my door
taking another hit, that’s better, now i crave some flesh
start my carpool off the dead and from under the dash
triple six, satanic pervert out on the hunt
wanna stick my f-cking d-ck and end some b-tchеs c-nt
shove it deeper, slowly twist it, face is turning rеd
with a crowbar i crack that hooker right over the head
there’s my victim, she is walking, she don’t even know
that her flesh is what i’m craving, bl–dy warm and raw
hit the brakes then hit the hooker, stick her in the trunk
there’s a corpse in there already reeking like a skunk
got back home, unpacked the body, have a fight or two
hit the bong with blood inside it, now what will i do?
grind some eyeb-lls in the grinder, mix myself a drink
leave the one’s who doubt attacked and soaking in my sink
look around, there’s blood all over, bodies everywhere
some will say that sh-t ain’t right but f-ck ’em, i don’t care
dare you to come inside and become my lunch
on your motherf-cking brains i would like to munch
bind your body parts for later on the coffee table
doctor’s say i’m all f-cked up and mentally unstable
that’s a lie, i’m stable cause i only wanna k!ll
everyone has hobbies, this one mine so what’s the deal?
since you’re [lynched in an igloo?] just know that’s the sh-t i spit
and just cause i’m a cannibal don’t mean i shouldn’t eat
so pour some blood up in your bong and take a f-cking hit
you will appreciate that sh-t, enjoy your bl–dy treat
[verse 2: kasper & scum>]
what am i doing here? where am i? what the f-ck is going on?
why’s everybody gone? why’s the feeling so wrong?
why’s there blood in my bong? blood in my bong
why? it’s gotta be another murder song, murder song
take they souls and it makes me strong so i break the bones and commit the wrong
take they life that’s around me, reside to the darkness
shouldn’t lie, creature pray to the full moon in the night
like that mystic buyer smoking the green weed, highest
stab ’em with a twisty glow, i appeal with the dead, won’t k!ll me every night
evil desire, why you looking at me?
act like you’ve never seen a demon k!lling enemies
stab him in his eyes, stab him in his eyes
took his head as my prize, kasper spitting the words of the wise
rise up-up out the dirt, no more pain and no more hurt
convert the anger to the rich, they extend
you know their bodies are bl–dy dead all over the front pages
stage covered in body parts, bloods, guts, and hearts
taking they ribs and i rip apart
slaughter the grill, guess they will die tonight
sipping the bl–dy wine and having a piece of they mind and a half on the side
barbecue ribs with roasted eyelids
blessed with another contestant, leave you guessing
if i turn you into dinner with a f-cking smith & wesson

- lng

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