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letra de bad tragedies - ware-wolff

[verse 1: ware-wolff]
on the attack, no turning back
splattering all motherf-ckers with gats
get out of place and you b-tches be slapped
i am on it, the grind, sending pistols to mass
now you walking your foolish ass into a trap
and i’m tormenting you as i sit back and laugh
hearing the blasts shattering glass
organs are flying the longer i last
impaling yo body, just fall to the ground
and the veteran murder, i’m taking the crown
sneak out at night, you’ll be here in the house
slicing off all my foes ’til there’s no one around
breaking every single lock cause i can be lethal
bring the clique and every second stomping holes into people
sh-t is pure evil, logically lethal
mantling pieces of cranium’s, feeble
making a fire whilst blasting off structures of faces i see when approaching the eagle
jacking you f-ckers and sucking the blood off my knife when i’m l!cking i’m cannibal eater
blood by the liter by centimeters
cutting inside of your b-tch, now i eat her
decapitation with your termination
i’m sick in the mind and i’m still a proceeder
long or close, and hard inside, you’re murdering your family
sever every part and stretching out off of humanity
rages in my spirit, no one’s safe, this is a tragedy
i’m banging my own head against the walls, this is insanity
[verse 2: d-toxide]
like holocaust got the dead bodies piling
better run out of this place and start hiding
like sandy hook many lives will be took
the whole world will be shook when the bullets start flying
look outside and the weather’s declining
each way you turn there’s just thunder and lightning
buildings fall down, dead bodies are not found
so you better run now ’cause it’s about to get frightening
wanna survive? you better do your best
all the blood makes you sick in chest
like columbine i pull out my nine
shoot hoes in the spine and feel lead in their br–sts
like mister gacy i k!ll little boys
right after shooting all their favorite toys
lost childhood this ain’t sad as dane cook
but i like it, that’s how i like the noise
look up into the sky (into the sky)
soon it’s time we all die (we all die)
this life is a life (this life is a lie)
or go down into the night
go to the underworld (underworld)
or go up (go up) wherever you wanna go
if you wanna follow your little boy (little boy)
then go to heaven, go with the heaven like you’re walking into a 7/11
or you go down in h-ll where you will dwell forever (forever)
these bad tragedies never get old
[verse 3: jo-kane]
chopping up bodies and dump ’em in rivers
believe me my n-ggas, you don’t want no problems
i’m bringing the drama to you and your mama
you p-ssies won’t push me, you p-ssies is wussies
the next of my victims for torturing
h–rding the offspring of women and men that i’ve slain
slicing and frying up parts of their brain
sick in the head, yes, i’m really insane
this way since birth, guess my birth was my curse
not satisfied ’til you off in that he-rs-
try to come and test me when your dumb and selfish, watch these motherf-cking hobbles disperse
buck ’em and bury ’em, head where they carry ’em
no witnesses, no descriptions to give
i cannot help all this evil that’s in me, i try to get rid of it but it won’t leave
every motherf-cking time that i turn around the devil got some sick sh-t up his sleep
i smell your fear dripping out like some nut off on yo legs
found my bread, f-ck the feds, hope you heard just what i said
underground what i claim, know my name b-tch, i’m jo-kane
silent night, deadly night, you won’t make it through the night
ain’t no might when on site, b-tch, i’m gonna take yo life
you can run, you can hide, but i’m gonna get you b-tch
put yo ass off in a trunk and dump yo body in a ditch

- ware wolff

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