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letra de halloween massacre - swagdisease

[verse 1]
yeah, trick or treat, yeah, i’m the one that’s knockin’
creep under the floorboards, yeah, you know i’m always watchin’
glock hipped with a beam, know i aim it and i clock it
place an ied inside the bowl and watch them drop dead
keep a strap, gunnin’ on my porch, i’ma shoot it til’ they die
hear a scream, it’s halloween so no one gonna bat an eye
just another missin’ person, ain’t n0body watchin’ in the night
got another in my attic, cut him up with a knife
pull up to the function and i spike the punch with cyanide
knockin’ at my door and he thinkin’ that he don’t wanna die
if you leave your home then you better be back by 7:30
if you ain’t, i’ll pull up and make surе that it is gettin’ gorey

[hook]
pull up with a strap to the halloween party
shootin’ up thе dj if he ain’t playin’ that carti
no, i ain’t vamp, but i’ll beed you ’til you sorry
make sure he still conscious so i’ll cut him up partly

[verse 2]
shoot him in his chest and then i carve him like a jack-o’-lantern
punch in all yo’ lyrics and they fillin’ all yo’ songs with banter
let me fix yo’ mixing, it’s about to give me brain cancer
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walk ’round, keep a strap on me so i can pop you
got that b-tch so wet, she’ll come and blow me like a tissue
swag up in this muhf-cka, yo’ b-tch probably top you
sickest in the scene, i got that virus, more than just a flu
make the beam “pop-pop” feel the organs come stop
if he wanna pop out, m4a1 make him need a mop
make the beam “pop-pop” feel the organs come stop
if he wanna pop out, m4a1 make him need a mop
[hook]
pull up with a strap to the halloween party
shootin’ up the dj if he ain’t playin’ that carti
no, i ain’t vamp, but i’ll beed you ’til you sorry
make sure he still conscious so i’ll cut him up partly

[outro]
put 11 more inside his chest and watch his body drop
drop down on the floor, laid with a sniper, puttin’ down an opp
smashin’ in his head just like a pumpkin, can’t give any top
hoppin’ on my nuts just like another wanna talk a lot
hoppin’ on my nuts just like a pest i’m the exterminator
muddy walkin’ to your door like i just swallowed the percolator
fill him up with lead, but he ain’t stand like he the terminator
drench the cut-up body, gasoline, and then i’ll burn it later

- swagdisease

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