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five saints - 16 bars lyrics

[intro: the etherealist]
oh, sh-t! it’s murder on the dancefloor, mother-f-cker!
yeah, madk!lla, steele jacket and dj f-cking quicket bat
popping you with a gat; you gone’ get whacked, mother-f-cker
yo, check it:

[verse 1: full steele jacket]
i’m the mother-f-cking full steele jacket
there ain’t no vest that can stop what i’ve got, maggot
i’m coming over to shoot all over your face
better bring a mop: there’ll be brain all over the place
then i’m gonna go and put you back together
or i suppose i could just tan your -ss for leather
oh hey baby, do you like my new shoes?
this is my second pair; the last one had tattoos
go ahead; make a break for your car
it doesn’t matter; there’s no way you’ll get far
at some point you’ll have to go to bed
then i’ll creep up and cut off your f-cking head
pick it up, better run; i’mma throw deep
don’t try to cover, you may as well be asleep
i run you over, go back twice and go to town
don’t you dare throw that flag: this is a touchdown

[verse 2: the etherealist]
the last thing i’mma be is f-cking celibate
so protect where you sh-t and defend all your kids
jokes, dawg; i ain’t f-cking with no children
i just f-ck ’em up; get strangled by intestines how i k!ll them
mother-f-ckers say i take sh-t too far
when i roll up in a black car, getting a bl-w j-b from a pensioner
you better watch out, cause i’m f-cking taking scalps
and i’m f-cking in your house, and i’m f-cking your wife right now
f-cking her in the mouth before i’m cutting her down south
gutting her through her blouse, pulling her f-cking intestines half-way out
g-d-d-mmit, i’m a mad, sick man
i smack a b-tch so bad, her f-cking chin shatters in half
samurai blade on your wedding day
everyone, i slay. on your children, i will prey
and i’ll spray their f-cking veins on the display and on your f-cking cake
eviscerate their frames, today i’m eating brains: can’t f-cking wait

[verse 3: dj quicket bat] [freestyle]
everyone’s rushing me, social ecstasy
coming like a bee off the top of this bop
i need some toilet roll cause i’m really in the mood
i’m really gonna kick your noo’, well, you’re nude
wanna come into your bed and smash your box in
i will make you lose your door
(genitals) what the f-ck?
like a truck coming in to this
ah like, i’m pretty stuck
i’m trying to find a peace of mind
trying to look for the outside
people that have offended me
(it’s all too much) oh no; no-one’s gonna impress me
cause i’m beast, i’m king, i’m power
(it’s all too much) you know, when i just look at all the hours
i got in my life that i’ve wasted

[outro: dj quicket bat]
aww, f-ck my -ss
(foetus)
can we keep going? and be like ‘f-ck my -ss’…
wait, how many- oh, was that sixteen bars?
oh, i got carried away. okay, i’m done
if i get better, can i come back?

- five saints lyrics

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