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letra de snuff r73 - trvnsplant

[intro: trvnsplant]
hunnid k in my bank, i’m posted up with rotten
dig his body down the forest ’til the feds forgotten
he ain’t get the f-ck down, so i let the mag drop him
heatseeker on my acog, i’m tellin’ rotten that i spot him
runnin’-

[interlude 1: rotten]
let’s do this.
yuh, yuh, yuh, f-ck, yuh, yuh, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh, f-ck, yuh, yuh, yuh

[verse 1: rotten]
shot dead, leave his block red
coming out the bushes, i’mma f-cking step on necks
reloading that magazine, like who’s gon’ die next?
yeah, rip his flesh off his body
leave his brains feeling squashy
me and offline in the bank off that molly
yuh (yuh), yuh (yuh), yuh (yuh), f-ck (f-ck), f-ck (f-ck), f-ck

[verse 2: trvnsplant]
hunnid k in my bank, i’m posted up with rotten
dig his body down the forest ’til the fеds forgotten
he ain’t get thе f-ck down, so i let the mag drop him
heatseeker on my acog, i’m tellin’ rotten that i spot him
runnin’ ’em down wit’ this choppa, spot ’em, then i got ’em
ket in my f-ckin’ system, what’d you say, b-tch? i forgotten
dump his body in the ocean, wait ’til it hit the bottom
pickin’ his scar tissue, like some f-ckin’ cotton
[interlude 2: trvnsplant]
ahh, yuh, ahh, yuh, yuh

[verse 3: trvnsplant]
(let’s do this.)
hangin’ you with barbed wire, this your new neckwear
beat my b-tch and smoke on meth, f-ggot, call me nyhtmare
sendin’ shots, muzzle flash, the f-ckin’ bullets light there
decapitate your corpse, i don’t care about your welfare
(d-mn, son, where’d you find this?)
your b-tch call me cute, and the feds call me a fugitive
pullin’ out his ribcage p-ssy, i’m a f-cking lunatic
take him to the operating theatre, ready to cut in
took her to my room, tie her down, and i get to cuttin’
first it was a fetish, now i’m feinin’ for the taste
chompin’ on your bones, i can’t let nothing go to waste
throne made from bones and a bb on my waist
heavy metal to his t–th, i call the f-ggot brace face
apit rounds sendin’ to the building, leave em’ erased
flesh between my t–th, l!ck my lips for the aftertaste
i’m a f-cking psycho, when i grin, you the see the red stain
peel his f-cking wig back, wanna see the gooey memb-

[outro]
ain’t no party like a diddy party!
yeah, that’s what’s up, yeah!

- trvnsplant

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