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letra de agatha - tirome

oh sh-t, i didn’t mean to panic her
like a robot ima motherf-ckin dismantle her, oh look there’s agatha
the b-tch i’m mad at for
sticking me up, 3 nights in a row, didn’t wanna catch a nut
so you didn’t show, i guess the saying goes
you can’t make a wife out of a hoe (nope)
if i wanted to i woulda done so, but this b-tch, bouta drown in her own pool of blood yo
we had some fun times though, i know we did
one time i whipped out the cleaver, and you hid
b-tch, you’re about to get yo ass kicked, you ran to the bathroom and hid behind the cabinet
thinkin’ i won’t find you? i’m sick of being lied too
just tell me the guy who, you been seeing bеhind my back
for about a year and a half, before i takе that axe and i just attack to ass
i chase you round the house, like we playin’ cat n mouse
then we kiss and makeup, and then f-ck, the night out
and then you go to sleep, but i turn the lights out, you don’t wanna scream, but i feel you might shout
the next day rolls around, already out of bounds from the house
you text me while i take a stroll downtown
you say you’re witcha b-tches, and won’t be back till this afternoon
walk passed his house, i had no intention of catchin’ you
now i’m crashin’ through, his f-ckin front door
throw his ass to the floor, i’m grabbin’ this wh0re, i’m latchin’ my hands round her throat what more! (what more, what more)
she’s gasping for air, i’m laughin’ like freddy in nightmare, i’ll stab her in the neck right there
make her blood gush bright red, with a struggle remove her head
threw her in the car, leave her at the graveyard dead, seen the body
the next day on the news when mr. piers morgan said
(we gotta catch this motherf-cker)
i said “f-ck it” ima do it again, ima find a new girlfriend
she’s better than the last, b-tch don’t move too fast, b-tch don’t have another guy, touchin’ her ass
her n her friends even let me hang with them, when it comes to the weekend me n the b-tches have a threesome, sometimes it creeps them
when i walk around with a cleaver in the evening, sl-ts dunno what i’m scheming
plannin’ to leave em in the bedsheets bleedin’, cover up the body so forensics can’t say they seen him leaving the frat house buzzin’
walkin’ out thinkin’ he thuggin’, so sit back n plug in
you listen to lyrics so rugged, they found her grave
but they never found out i dug it (hahahaha)

- tirome

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