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isolated beingz - intro (tales from the crypt) lyrics

[verse 1: ruthless rob]
isolated beingz got them tales from the crypt
got your b+tch on her knees, she inhalin’ my d+ck
i keep my sh+t wicked, b+tch, you should know by now
got bodies in a pile, you’ll never see me smile
unless i’m f+ckin’ high, unless i’m f+ckin’ drunk
unless i got your body wrapped up in a trunk, punk
redrum for your eardrums, come and get some
hate on me today and tomorrow you’re a victim
pick ’em out randomly, symptoms of insanity
got me plottin’ rotten thoughts, i slaughter your whole family
decapitated heads f+ckin’ boilin’ in a pot
got eyeb+lls and fingertips scattered on the block
shot seventeen cops thеn i dipped down the block
ham hocks and porkchops, welcomе to my butcher shop
i’m on the tippy top while you strugglin’ at the bottom
this wicked sh+t underground, hits, yeah, we got ’em
sippin’ on a forty ounce bumpin’ ib
i got the honey dutch so i need some visine
it’s surprising how i rip this sh+t so quick
you b+tch, you l!cked a d+ck, i stay rising
and i ain’t ever goin’ out like that
step the f+ck back ‘fore i lay you out flat
tales from the cemetery, dark side, b+tch
tales from the hood, sh+t, tales from the crypt
[verse 2: 2+face]
isolated beingz got the tales from the crypt
takin’ you on a sick trip, b+tch, let the blood drip
i come equipped with the sh+t that you’ll never forget
i’ma hit, you’s a trick, i feel the itch, my finger twitch
which witch should i slit? you lose, your piece sound like a glitch
my hand, it grips a knife that rips your limbs like it’s my final wish
your eyes closed shut, gotta wrap her up
y’all dead in the tub in a pool of red blood
i lay next to my love, gotta get the curtains, grab the gloves
paranoid that i smoke my drugs, can’t leave any clues, i’m about to run
bundle up with a solo cup and a b+tch wrapped up up in my trunk
no seatbelt and i’m driving drunk, if i can’t have you i take what i want
and you’ll get what you deserve, you’ll bite that f+ckin’ curb
i know she’s dead but this right here’s my final word
i pull into the woods and tie her to a tree
i’m never gonna let another witch get the best of me

- isolated beingz lyrics

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