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b.k.p. - murder you! lyrics

k!ll you

intro:
when i was just a little baby boy
my momma used to tell me these crazy things
she used to tell me my daddy was an evil man
she used to tell me he didn’t care about me
but then i got a little bit older
and i realized, she was the odd one
but there was nothing i could do or say to try to change it
cause that’s just the way she was

verse 01:
i think i can’t rap about my relationships no more
people say i can’t rap about life no more
sl-t, you think i won’t k!ll a wh0r-
til her heart ain’t beatin no more?
these muts thinkin i’m playin
thinkin i’m sayin this mess cause i’m thinkin it just to be sayin
pull your shirt up b-tch, i ain’t gonna rape you
i’ma pull you to this sh-t and put it right in you
shut up b-tch, you’re causin so much damage
just bend over and take it up the b-tt, okay?
“oh, now he’s rapping about raping wh0r-s, abusin a girl
k!llin people, but not rapping about love no more?”
you’re godd-mn right b-tch, and now your too late
i’ve raped 50 different women in 20 different states
i’m the definition of violence, i’m a vile venomous b-tch who is diagnosed
with pain, vrin vrin vrin!
jeffery duhmar, left his brains all out
dangling from his neck, while mr.fish is yelling!
blood, guts, guns, cuts, knives, lives, wives, nuns, sl-ts
honey i’mma k!ll you

hook:

verse 02:
b-tch i’mma k!ll you
like that condom, i’mma prevent you to step
in my closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film with you
f-ck wit me, i seen h-ll, shut the f-ck up
i’m tryna develop this devil before i get to sell ’em
i ain’t “soft rap, “ but i rap anti mastered
got a new blow-up doll and has this strap on added
whoops! is this a advertis-m-nt, no?
just another man trying to rape women again
does that offend, no, it’ll insult
and if you ever give in to me, you give me a reason
for you to see, what people have done to me
you’ll end up seein me a chainsaw screamin “get ready ms. b!”
b-tch i’mma k!ll you, i’m not done, you think this the chrous
i ain’t even tell you how big my d-ck is yet?
haha?, try to guess how big it is mrs. bobba fett?
i’m a tub.. that’s normal, ain’t it norman
serial k!ller hidin murder material
in your cereal box on top of your head
here we go again, am i out of my medicine again?
we’re out of our minds and we want in yours, let us in or i’m breaking in!

hook:

verse 03:
i stole my own girlfriend’s drawers
because i hear lady screams creepin in my f-ckin dreams
and the way things seem, i don’t know what these things mean
my fat old ween, i’ll have to make this thing cween!
clean, whatever, i hate these things
f-ck shots, i hope this blunt will outweigh these drinks
oh know i just said i smoke weed and sip these things
how’s that “thought you were a straight-edge ya know?”
no, i don’t know! i’ll choke who ever say that sh-t and ripe there heart from them!
from f-g b-tches to all the b-tches that hang out wit dem
from iggy all the way to her best friend nicki
booty hole to the v-g-n- hole!
i don’t even hear you breathin, i’m leavin air in your lungs
just so you can keep yourself screamin at me to seep it
ok, i’m ready to go slay, i got the k!ller of fk!
i’m ready to make your throat ache!
you f-ckers make me slay
got you at gunpoint, then you beg me to stop
shut up, keep them cuffs from me
keep them away from me, you hear me, answer me
or make you pay!

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