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Song Info
Genre
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Peak #10,360
Peak in subgenre #357
Author
Curt
Rights
fuck off...
Uploaded
February 21, 2004
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MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
...only Truth in this world...is you dying and taxes...
but before that...you'll get tired of acting...
like you -iller than who-eva...stop lying you bastard...
cause I'm -sick with the baretta...
and twice as nice with the Mac 10...
clamp a vice on ya eyelids...to show that u aint seeing me...
all ya so called boys evacuate immediately...
smother ya face...to see how long you can pillow breathe...
then stab you with glass a shard...sharper than ya widows peak...
shhhhh...stop talkin when a killer speaks...
it aint your life that I'm after...
at your last gig...ya bitch was getting piped in the rafters...
with a #1 foam finger...saying "please don't injure...any vital organs...
Peezo needs those...I think they are important"...
dying to save Peoplz...trying to play Jesus...
got her lying in a grave peacfull...or should I say peices...
either way...you're next...
I'm a man of my word...but a devil made in flesh...
and can't wait to feast my fangs in your skinny carcuss...
mmm...I see your beeding heart...drip...
I bet it tastes sweet...
there isn't a part of your brain meat...I can't eat...
A derranged beast...
I thought I warned you I was develish...
necropheliac's swarm upon your skeleton...
This roach cock lookin nigga...soap box spittin nigga...
wanted me spark shit...-so I'm gonna get up in him...
like EK's name...I'm -making you famous...
but only boxers you know...got -stains from the anus...
loose booty...juice fruity...creampie understudy...
dirtball covered...SMedium size jungle bunny...
I never gave you permission to say that you raw...
I said...assume the position to play with my balls...
or...take the broom from the kitchen...and clean -your face off the floor...
till...a nigga's finished -raping your moms...bitch...
I remember when you was -claiming Melodic...
then I came back...and started -taking the garbage...
out...now your mouth's -made you a target...
back...thinking you -hitting that hard shits...
ass...more than used -tissues of Charmin...
son...I already -pissed on your squadron...
ask Riga -he don't want it with Curt...
mufukkas voice aint change since the start of his birth...
all of you herbs...just lucky I gave up smoking..
I'm great...it aint no boasting...and there aint no hope when...
you see that we gunning...
rocking fatigues when hunting...because Acidic Tongue season is comming...
making sure bullets touch you on the inside part..
-like that scene in Beloved...
youngin...
