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letra de 10 bodies found underneath a shed - mothfecal

[intro]
michael link, сука, блять

[chorus: mothfecal]
ten rounds buried through the side a motherf-cker’s head
if he talkin’ to me, i’ma slit that motherf-cker’s neck
ain’t no actin’ fool’y on the side, b-tch, heard you f-ckin’ wept (ahh)
when i’m speakin’ to you, ain’t no lies, b-tch, y’all get f-ckin’ slept
ten found buried up inside a motherf-cker’s shed (oh, what?)
police talkin’ to me, ain’t no lies, i pull the f-ckin’ fifth
ten rounds buried through the side a motherf-cker’s head
ten found buried up inside a mothеrf-cker’s shed

[verse 1: mothfecal]
i can’t f-ck with none of you b-tchеs, i am dysfunctional
and i can’t help with none of you b-tches, y’all just so punch-able
unsociable, just you f-ckin’ wait until i tote the pole (yeah)
this ain’t imagination. we gon’ pry open your f-ckin’ skull
dissociable, she wanna spend the night and then i f-ck her hole
bury me alive so i can see my motherf-ckin’ foes

[bridge: mothfecal]
(hahahaha, ha, ha, ha)
(-spitting-)

[verse 2: k!lltak]
got many different blades up on my hip, we can test ’em out
put my sh-t up in your neck, your corpse start tweakin’, twitchin’ out
open up, i wanna put your blood and gore inside your house (okay)
at the show, try talkin’ sh-t, i punch you in your f-ckin’ mouth
brass knuckles dent ya skull, talk that sh-t, you been a ho
tried to claim he hard as f-ck, so how he end up in a hole?
i think it’s funny how these f-ckers on my d-ck, but i ain’t know
got a bunch of f-ckin’ n0bodies, a bunch of f-ckin’ ghosts
use my f-ckin’ boot to crush your brain apart, motherf-cker
leave you in the parking lot, decayed and rot, motherf-cker
and what now? now your family distraught, motherf-cker
leave your body in the alley, it start smelling in the summer
when they find you, it’s too late, what a shame, oh, what a bummer
“what the f-ck, motherf-cker?” he start yelling when i gut him
when this blade inside your organs, bet it feels a little funny
it’s get mushy, it gets bl–dy, p-ssy shouldn’t run up on me
[chorus: mothfecal]
ten rounds buried through the side a motherf-cker’s head
if he talkin’ to me, i’ma slit that motherf-cker’s neck
ain’t no actin’ fool’y on the side, b-tch, heard you f-ckin’ wept (ahh)
when i’m speakin’ to you, ain’t no lies, b-tch, y’all get f-ckin’ slept
ten found buried up inside a motherf-cker’s shed (oh, what?)
police talkin’ to me, ain’t no lies, i pull the f-ckin’ fifth
ten rounds buried through the side a motherf-cker’s head
ten found buried up inside a motherf-cker’s shed

- mothfecal

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