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letra de villainz - ware-wolff

[verse 1: ware-wolff]
it’s the motherf-cking big bad wolf at it again
with an ax, kicking back on the track with redsin
evil’s what i intended to do, i man all the events
to the cold bitter end, i’m a mad villain
think you’ve got what it takes? show us what you’ve got
we’d be ready to go and meet you right on the spot
we’d be raiding in your home, is it really what you wanted?
run it up with guns drawn like you just got f-cking swatted
the leader of the lost, slaughter my psychologist
f-cking a grenade up his ass, proctologist
with a joker smile and bombs sent to bridges
going off anywhere, it’s like gotham up in this b-tch
i stay with a sharpened blade and i love to decapitate
i’ll leave you headless in seconds and without any hesitation
executioner style, i let pollution and vile sh-t
get by on the fly, switch, say goodbye b-tch
while you’re tied up, applied with the lives set afire
dynamite sticks in your vice grip, you at high risk
unalive and got a virus that’s inside of me
like nothing ever seen before, a f-cking anomaly
i’m at wits end, i’ma be my own demise
never end it ’til i’m dead and then i need to be lobotomized

[verse 2: redsin]
a sick thought though, you can read it in the paper
front page of the news, redsin’s a f-cking rapey
or an angel, i’m a strange, k!lled the lord in the manger
your blood is a flavor, k!lling evil f-ggot rapists
and i’m dangerous, you could say that i’m a catalyst
b-st–lity, have ’em wonder where the cattle is
pickton on the farm and i’m teaching the kids harm
cut up the authorities, i’m sounding the alarm
and it’s calming, peep the sound of all these bombings
say i’m shocking when you hear my gun c-cking
i’m mocking jesus when i’m walking
you see i’m crazy rocking, sick as k!llers stalking
i’m haunting you…
i kidnapped animals, pinned ’em on a crucifix
you don’t know what to do when you run up [against the lunatics?]
call me satanist or one of the other demons, let you know that you are scandalous
realistic terrorist, leave you f-cked up mentally
you better call a therapist, there’s no helping me
they studied up my chemistry, it’s destiny to leave bodies hanging
cut off their titties, with my d-ck i’m rearranging all the parts and the organs
k!lling orphans, take out my knife
pick a few more than endorphins go insane
i’m a messenger of pain
the devil’s puppet, black blood in my veins

- ware wolff

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