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letra de bleeding into pieces - young lyrix

[hook]
stupid m-th-f-ckas better say your prayers
i drag your b-tch and take her to my lair
b-tch -ss must wanna meet your maker
go to h-ll now
imma see you later

she can try and scream with her mouth full of s-m-n
the monster who she freaking
the one who got her leaking
you better find a deacon
cause imma keep you leaking
say you in the red cause you bleeding into pieces

[verse 1]
who wanna f-ck with the master of life and death when
i’m known for taking out breaths from your chest and
kidnapping your b-tch if you lookin at me sideways
5 fingers of death
giving you death to you five ways
i treat body bags like garbage bags
out the trash
the worlds a way better place without your -ss trust that
i bust back with a 12 gauge shotty
and if i miss your body then i’m shooting everybody b-tch
i sn-tch purses from the poor and the rich
just because i like to hear snitch
but they won’t find me
i be so low key you’d think i was dead but nah
i’m busy bustin nuts and getting some heads
know k!llers with dreads who are just eager to slice
take a piece of your ice
then sell it double the price
need i remind you that your momma will find you
dead in her garden
i call it a flower bed

[hook]

[verse 2]
if i set my watch then your time is up
people walking dead f-cking lining up
to feel this wrath
feel this terror
knife in their back wishing life was fairer
you don’t want me to blow your f-cking face off b-tch
i’m the reason why you scared of the f-ckin graveyard shift
i’m the reaper so grim
taking off with your brim
taking off with your limbs and a pair of your timbs
slaughterhouse kingpin i dare you to blink wrong
skin a f-cking wolf so i can put my f-cking mink on
i get my drink on and pour the rest on your grave
don’t worry you can get a sip where you lay
you can pray and you pray but you still gonna pay
plus god can’t hear you when you locked in a safe
you thought you were safe but i know where you sleep
body bag zipped up put your body in the jeep

[hook (modified)]
stupid mothaf-ckas better say your prayers
i drag your b-tch and take her to my lair
b-tch -ss must wanna meet your maker
go to h-ll now
imma see you later

she can try and scream with her mouth full of s-m-n
the monster who she freaking
the one who got her leaking
you better find a deacon
cause imma keep you leaking
body in a casket and your family dressed you decent

[verse 3]
how the f-ck h-ll feel is it hot as my b-tch is
can’t stand the heat cooking pot in the kitchen
laced with the grace and i mix it in the batter
let you get a taste of the cake on the platter
can’t see straight ha, b-tch i wonder why
take a b-tterknife, cut both of your f-ckin eyes
i love it when the screams hit my ears from the victim
it means my f-cking blade knew just where to stick em
just yesterday you was yelling f-ck the system
bet you take it back when the judge say dismiss em
i beat cases like i beat your f-cking body
your b-tch on her knees face where my f-cking glock be
cops be knocking
but i mopped so quick
they couldn’t take a swab of the floor and find the sh-t
evidence lacked
now i’m coming back
for everyone you love
baratta-tat-tat

[outro]
baratta tat tat b-tch

whatchu think of that b-tch

master of this rap sh-t

introduce you to your f-ckin casket!

- young lyrix

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