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letra de grievous bodily harm - nihilist (rapper)

[intro: nihilist]
i’m stacking bodies in my she-, e-, ed
wa-, w-, watch this mp4-, it’s me cutti-, i-, ing off your he-, e-, e-, ead
i’m s-, i’m s-, s-, i’m stacki-, i-, ing bodies in my-, y-, shed
te-, tea-, a-, ar open the wou-, ound ’cause i just love the smell of de-, e-, e-, e-, e-
multiple targets on foot
we are isis

[chorus: nihilist]
i’m stacking bodies in my shed
w-, watch this mp4, it’s me cutting off your head
i’m s-, s-, i’m stacking bodies in my shed
te-, tear open the wound ’cause i just love the smell of dеath

[verse 1: nihilist]
cut two b-tches open, i’ma stash ’em in thе freezer
3 course meal of dead b-tches, i’ma f-cking eat her
you shouldn’t f-ckin’ be here
i’ll leave you in my bas-m-nt, i’ll make you disappe-, e-, e-, ear
record a b-tch screaming, it’s a melody for a future song
on the f-ckin router, i’ma browse for organs all day long
i’m coming out the grave, while you come out the f-ckin’ closet
shut the f-ck up, b-tch, i got some innards to deposi-, i-, i-
torture b-tches in the woods, i told you that i knew a spot
drugs the only that keep me from blowing my head off
not gon’ lie, i think i might, i need the voices to stop
f-ckin’ round on hydra, b-tch, i wanna buy some moonrocks
[interlude]
saving body parts such as skulls, and, uh, skeletons, and eventually, i did, uh, turn to, uh, cannibalism-, cannibalism-, canna-

[chorus: nihilist]
i’m stacking bodies in my she-, e-, ed
wa-, w-, watch this mp4-, it’s me cutti-, i-, ing off your he-, e-, e-, ead
i’m s-, i’m s-, s-, i’m stacki-, i-, ing bodies in my-, y-, shed
te-, tea-, a-, ar open the wou-, ound ’cause i just love the smell of de-, e-, e-, e-, e-

[verse 2: inject]
pull up on me with the .45, i’ma shoot yo’ f-ckin’ face
hollow point, never miss, i’ma put you in the f-ckin’ grave
b-tch, i spin yo’ block with the f-ckin’ gray
b-tch, i spin yo’ block with the f-ckin’ gray
shawty sit up on my f-ckin’ face ‘n’ she suck my c-ck
i be sippin’ all these f-ckin toxins ’til my bladder hot
all these f-cking p-ssies keep on talking sh-t
yeah, they talking shi’, huh
i’ma shoot you in the f-ckin’ brain
shoot you in the f-ckin’ face

[outro: inject]
pull up on me with the .45, i’ma shoot yo’ f-ckin’ face
hollow point, never miss, i’ma put you in the f-ckin’ grave
b-tch, i spin yo’ block with the f-ckin’ gray
b-tch, i spin yo’ block with the f-ckin’ gray
f-ckin’ gray- f-ckin’ gray-, f-ckin’ gray-, f-ckin’ gray-, f-ckin’ gray-, f-ckin’ gray-, f-ckin’ gray-

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