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jay smoke - butcher them high (deliver justice) - freestyle lyrics

[butcher them high – deliver justice]

when i cross the graveyard, i hear the lamentations of the victim
i’m turning to a maniac, demented, “stick a javelin in him”
slice his head with a machete, and drain the blood from his veins
scr-pe his brains out like spaghetti, feed the lion his remains
she cried, n0body heard her, never covered her, when she lying on the road , disturbed her
f-ck the law, i wish it never existed, “what the f-ck you waiting for?” “a twisted christmas list??”
hang the motherf-ckers, don’t act like you don’t bother
if you delay, you would agonize on the grave of your young daughter..

yes, i’m crazy, i’m lunatic, i would murder these motherf-ckers then burn them with gasoline..
think the life of the father who raised her, helpless, broken and naked
reading the newspaper, controversies of motherf-ckers who raped her
“c’mon, whats up with this world?”, “why would you negotiate about these sinners like interest rates?”
you gotta hang em up! there’s no doubt about it..
the truth is these b-tches work for the government and they unnamed about it..

listen to our voices, “why the f-ck are we paying taxes??”
f-ck the media, think this would happen to them, “would they relax then??”
they just wanna capture the scene
but none of you b-st-rds could feel her cry, lying on the road unconcealed and peeled..
wished they foreseen the day, if they stopped for some caffeine, or something between
that man was helpless. all he could do was scream, all you did was watch her, laugh at her..
a sweater would suffice, no!!! just wetter got his eyes, “realized which was better??”
or cl!ck a share for this open letter..

i say chop their b-lls and let them watch the video..
upload the mix and give them free download..
oh wait honey singh sued for his crime to obscene lyrics..
“since when did the government forget that he has got another “p” in him??”
this sh-t is getting serious, be prepared for the sinning
there’s gonna be a day when law protects the ones who pee in it..

failure flop flunkies rape, who can’t find a girl friend
d-mn! motherf-cker stick your c-ck in a grinder if you can’t find one..
m raged mane!! m turning the mob into ya..
you better take a decision before your mom gets to ya..
slaughter them cowards, chicken heads, wicked men !!
hang them high in the air where we all can f-cking see them!

people get k!lled for opposing sh-t
but i’m sure he’d die a death for a cause cuz he’s fighting this..
“are you fine up there miss?” i know you up there listening
i bet the people who read this message would understand my diss..
rest with no peace until i shred the heads of these men and feed you a piece..!!

- jay smoke lyrics

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