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kill travis – woeful whore pt 2 lyrics

[verse 1 – k!ll travis]
you ruined us
because of you this year’s been f-cked
broke so bad, can’t even trust
left me naked like i been in rust
jump under a truck, c-nt
still remember the smell of your hair
come up north, i know you wouldn’t dare
hanging with runts, didn’t treat me nice
f-cked me over once, f-cked me over twice
makes me wanna k!ll c-nts with a blunt knife
said it was how i was before, cut me to the core
now i don’t think about a wh-r-
i know i’m better off alone
ever since i turned to bones
couldn’t bring myself to hurt you
i know i could’ve merked you
wouldn’t lay my hands on, wouldn’t risk my record
i hate you like a broken record
hang yourself in the psych ward with a powerchord
doing deals, preston to fitzy to preston to fitzy
ride by on the train, ride by with with the fifty
every time you went out seemed so f-cking shifty
would have left if i knew the hurt you were gonna give me
where’d you sleep last night
pay back the private school guy, you asked, so i didn’t bite
i swear you never tried
why you so bad at lies
could always see it in your f-cking eyes
carve them out, electric knife
now it’s your turn to die
2 beamers before nineteen
73 demons in the seven three
lynch your family in a dark yew tree
jump the back fence, set your dog on fire
run your legs over with a chained snow tire
i grip a sword and my eyes burn black
still manic, place my head on the track
he gives a f-ck which i clearly don’t
i’m the darkest c-nt you’ll ever know
box cutter lacerate your arms then i shoot, mangle the nerves
rip your fake nails from the roots, leave them in the dirt

[verse 2 – virgil’s devil]
(virgil’s devil, mister aus, best in the world, 73 dbr vore, northside yeah)
hand on her neck b-tch i’m pokin’ ayy
of course it’s my d-ck in her open, wait
you ever felt pain in the morning, ayy?
if not okay i can show ya, ayy!
feelin my rage as i broke in, ayy
i don’t say f-ck, ’cause emotions, ayy
love seein’ tears on her gorgeous face
feelin’ all up in her organs ayy!
save all your money like corbin, ayy!
go spend it on your abortion, wait
i’m close to finish, adore it, ayy!
f-ck your smiles, ’cause they foreign, ayy
f-ck and i’m cuttin’ but obviously
bendin’ the rope and i’m off to the scene
nothing to say, you’re a kunt that i squeeze
only can wish to abuse you and flee
if there’s a problem, you talk to my p-ss
kiss me goodnight, when you mountin’ my d-ck
wastin’ my time, when you struggle you b-tch
try to come at me, you eatin’ my fist
dogs talkin’ like they lions ay
rappers heads above the fireplace
dennis allen, cut off ya face
you’re a chess piece, put ya in ya place
foreign tools, got power tools
nail guns and chisels pierce skin
black heart i’m cuttin’ out of you
i’m impalin’ the bathory

[verse 3 – famine]
today i voted liberal (ay)
to be an individual (yuh)
f-ck a hammer sickle (boy)
all these f-ggots little (rah)
famines sacrifical
just bought 4 caps
man talk all that
nike on my hat
man talk box cutter
you know f-ck all (nah)
b-tch pull no udders
onto the d-ck no rubber
lotion in the bucket
c-nt, you’re a puppet
we k!ll cold blooded
wh-r-s get hunted (rah)

- kill travis lyrics

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