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letra de beaten into submission - nihilist (rapper)

[intro]
lorenzo, [?]
s.o.g., the best k!llers out there

[chorus]
q-quickscope gonna send you six foot under, b-tch, i’m strappin’ up
thi-this sh-t does nothin’ for me no more, got too much reflux
sat up in the vtol, in the c-ckpit, with a milli tucked
always tryna drag me down to h-ll but i don’t give a fu—
i only just started, now your body shuttin’ down
that b-tch a freak, she love it when i shove a bomb in her mouth
mag dump, apit rounds send you to the clouds
i k!ll r-t-rds for fun, just like i’m a f-cking k!ller clown

[verse 1]
holes in your body, does that mean i can f-ck it?
screams gargled with blood, rotting in the f-ckin’ attic
i-i’ma psychotic schizophrenic f-cking addi—
doing fentanyl until my whole body starts spazzing
i’ll hurt you, b-tch, why you want more?
i’ll f-ckin’ turn you inside out, i’m a psycho to the core
throw up blood on my face, death is knocking at your door
that b-tch wo—n’t stop screaming, so i’ll grab some f-ckin’ chloroform

[verse 2]
s-submit or die, i’ll put you in formeldehyde
s-s-submit or die, i’ll put you in formeldehyde
s-submit or die, i’ll put you in formeldehyde
s-s-submit or die, i’ll put you in formeldehyde
me and bro been in the clinic, shoppin’ for the dead
now, i’ve lost all f-ckin’ sanity and hope for myself
cadaver on the floor, cut you up like the cartel
witness tryna get away, i’ll k!ll ’em if they f-ckin’ tell
[chorus]
q-quickscope gonna send you six foot under, b-tch, i’m strappin’ up
thi-this sh-t does nothin’ for me no more, got too much reflux
sat up in the vtol, in the c-ckpit, with a milli tucked
always tryna drag me down to h-ll but i don’t give a fu—
i only just started, now your body shuttin’ down
that b-tch a freak, she love it when i shove a bomb in her mouth
mag dump, apit rounds send you to the clouds
i k!ll r-t-rds for fun, just like i’m a f-cking k!ller clown

[verse 3]
i swear, if i’m broke, i’ll do anything for bands
i’ll mutila—te this motherf-cker with my f-ckin’ hands
buried so d-mn much, i got no more room left on my land
choke you out in water, and then get you buried in the sand
lately i’ve been gli—i—out, lately i can’t find my meds
lately i’ve been spazzing out puking on the f-ckin’ stairs
i love my pliers, the gumjob went f-ckin’ dummy
so much decomposition, thought it was a f-ckin’ mummy
[?], target destroyed

- nihilist rapper

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