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killriddle - mutilation morgue lyrics

[intro]
it’s k!llriddle, straight from the asylum

[verse: k!llriddle & hauntgat]
ayy, pus+pus+p+ssy, i don’t really give a f+ck
i’ma tie you up and throw your body in the f+ckin’ trunk
crashed the car into the river and i watched it as it sunk
filled your lungs with that fluid as you went for a dunk (dunk)
ain’t n0body here like me
i’m a f+ckin’ k!ller, soon to be a full celebrity
i’m gon’ film you as i k!ll you, put that sh+t on liveleak
you screaming out for help, but no one even f+cking trying, haha
“somebody, save me!” oh, i’d like to see you try
i’ll f+ckin’ track you down and split you in two with my f+ckin’ knife
i’m gonna stab and twist it, drag it down your body, watch you cry
i’m not okay, i’d love to torture, you can take my f+ckin’ time
me and hauntgat gonna pull up on you, torture ’til you die
gonna take a f+ckin’ pencil, stab you in the f+ckin’ eye
i feel like everybody hating on me, but i don’t know why
why the f+ck the voices always telling me to suicide?

if you in the woods, i’ll catch you ‘fore it hits midnight
i+i+i feel like i’m jason in a cabin, skin you alive
get to f+cking work before you end up in the dirt and, yeah, i bet it gonna hurt
boy, don’t make me make it hurt with all his nerves, i pull and tore
and now i bet that f+ggot sore, i’ll use his face to mop the floor
welcome to the mutilation morgue where your dreams are bound to die
where your soul is trapped to fly, family gonna miss ya’
gouging out his f+ckin’ eyes, leave him praying to the skies
you’re about to f+cking die, i don’t even f+ckin’ care if you cry
get to f+cking work before you end up in the dirt and, yeah, i bet it gonna hurt
boy, don’t make me make it hurt with all his nerves, i pull and tore
i don’t give a f+ck, i got that f+ggot, beat ‘im down until he f+ckin’ sore
get to f+cking work before you end up in the dirt and, yeah, i bet it’s gonna hurt
boy, don’t make me make it hurt with all his nerves, i pull and tore
and now i bet that f+ggot sore, i’ll use his face to mop the floor
i won’t stop, i’m fiendin’ more
[outro]
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