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letra de embalmer - tezcolap

[chorus]
i cut straight down the middle, i wanna see how he died
expose his heart, dispose of his lungs, i’m really f-cked up inside
grab my gloves, i grab my knives
like his death wasn’t from suicide
i break his flesh and steal his guts
man, i just love homicide

[verse 1]
b-tch, you can’t lock me up
thirty-three lobotomies done in my trunk
ugh, you go’n get mag dumped
can’t get caught ’cause i cooked him alive, f-ck
you can’t catch me alive
fully-auto glock turning me a surprise, ayy
like i skinned him alive
peeled hid flesh and ate his eyes

[pre-chorus]
stupid wh0res that i despise
cut up your thighs and leave you rot for flies
lace your weed and watch you die
like, i guess you got too high
stupid wh0res that i despise
cut up your thighs and leave you rot for flies
lace your weed and watch you die
like, i guess you got too high
[chorus]
i cut straight down the middle, i wanna see how he died
expose his heart, dispose of his lungs, i’m really f-cked up inside
grab my gloves, i grab my knives
like his death wasn’t from suicide
i break his flesh and steal his guts
man, i just love homicide

[verse 2]
mask ain’t workin’ ’cause i got caught
met him at night and i shot him in a parking lot
don’t talk sh-t because i got a red dot
can’t cut you ’cause there’s too much rot

[interlude]
[?] the human autopsy has had a very long up and down history. and at the current [?] western culture is actually of the biggest decline of autopsies ever performed. of course, i will give a very lenient seizure rundown of how to perform a human autopsy
[chorus]
i cut straight down the middle, i wanna see how he died
expose his heart, dispose of his lungs, i’m really f-cked up inside
grab my gloves, i grab my knives
like his death wasn’t from suicide
i break his flesh and steal his guts
man, i just love homicide
i cut straight down the middle, i wanna see how he died
expose his heart, dispose of his lungs, i’m really f-cked up inside
grab my gloves, i grab my knives
like his death wasn’t from suicide
i break his flesh and steal his guts
man, i just love homicide

- tezcolap

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