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cinikill - tools of torture lyrics

[intro]
no more delays, no more teasing, time to play, time to die!

[verse 1: dawtee]
(?) choke him see
smoke trees, smoke multiple (?)
and get stirred when i put my steel (?)
roxina kipper f-cking lyrical cylinders
you won’t hear no vanilla, michael serial k!llers
pox parties car not extortion entice
rip your bodies are prob with the torch devices
i got the hospital, will your brain spear nostrils
little important business like the seal at a hostel
spliff mcgriff and dawtee we do this sh-t proper
the skin poppers in the sh-tter when i pocket
i’m explosive, like a giant fireball
i leave the gas on your flights on for the entire song
never will if detective ever cracker c-sses
i hack you to pieces (?) nightmare

[verse 2: spliff mcgriff]
tools of torture, scalpel, needle and knives
it’s (?) people to help you as i skin you alive
rebuild your eyes, and stick them up your f-cking -ss
you can see where you were talking so much sh-t in a past
and wearing your mask, so you can’t see my face
it’s you don’t deserve to see the mega tortilla feet
with a long rusty blade, slashing up your abdomen
grabbing break and snap in your honor that of stopping
it laughs because i love to inflict pain on people
with the torture is mine, here’s my brain full of feeble
i’m going though when it comes to a pen and a piece of paper
or vinyl record at your neck in decapitate ya
i ride with danger, you’re not the torturous stranger
i’ll bringing wack mc’s down to my torture chamber
if you recycle as me? no one will ever change
i’ll k!ll my therapist, we’re trying to control my anger, motherf-cker

[verse 3: cinik!ll]
you’re fake as h-ll, (?) when the zombie [?] spitting nails
we punish all the innocent with multiple [?]
and aristotle, get ended in bl–dy gallows
(?) cinik!ll put the knife right to your shadow
like the wicket candles and dig a pony rattle
my [?] will k!ll you like the orgies (?)
the (?) don’t need you so if you are to deed you
(?) will eat you (?) i can beat you
but i don’t let mcdowell’s with the models and the grottoes
me (?) m-ssacre in el dorado
body pick the bodies in the maseratis
just kept driving off the kick and watch it burn the body
you f-cking with the monsters on a monster kevin costner
manipulating tiny cab drivers like jodie foster
(?) when i touch your temple
i have a sacred ceremony when i pop a pimple

[outro: cinik!ll]
yo, cinik!ll, skin poppers, krhyme syndicate, dj derbo, two thousand and nine

- cinikill lyrics

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