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bobby burns - live from the crypt (nightmare) lyrics

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verse 1:
coming from the crypt
wrapped up like a mum
two b-tches with their wrists slit
laying across their tummy
three pictures of your dad’s d-ck
in a stack of money
four midgets on a pogo stick
sippin’ gin and rummy
five [?] sick from the firing squad
six d-ck suckers sucking d-ck
moaning “oh god”
seven mac eleven [?]
eight rich chigga spit sh-t
i’m a d-mn fraud

verse 2:
welcome to the motherf-cking mind of a rat
cold steel
straight through
no cheese in the trap

lay awake
screaming red
muscle twitch
neck crack

give a f-ck about a b-tch
unless she laying on her back

unless she wrapped up
unless she missing half her t–th
unless she ugly as f-ck
unless she p-ss in her sleep

that’s when we’ll give a f-ck about yo b-tch
don’t bounce back
trigger finger gotta itch

verse 3:
tied to a blue and green
remo convertible
drag through the dirt
so hurted, unhurtable
imma beat yo -ss so loud
-ssertable
held down make your kneecaps
invertible

i don’t give a f-ck about a thing
ever
juliet hanging from a swing
headless
chasing down to the hamstring
leather
m-ss suicide on the scene
together

i don’t give a f-ck about a thing
not one
laidback, chilling with a 12
shotgun
i know where you motherf-cking live
mad sun
candyman coming in your t–th
i’m done

verse 4:
imma show you how to take a mutt
and cut her up
and b-tter
on a beam
make a b-tch stutter (ooh)

outro:
his name
his name
his name
his name
his name was jesus
i love my dead, g-y son

you’re gonna k!ll me
you’re gonna f-cking k!ll me
why
why because i f-cked you
you f-cked me
you f-cked me
you came to my house
you came to me
i got you a car
i got you your clothes
even drew you a f-cking bubble bath

- bobby burns lyrics

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