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mbae kol¥a - redrum / die! lyrics

[verse 1]
i got some dark twisted fantasies of my own
can’t blame me i get those f-cking thoughts when alone
came in and f-cked up the scene
no radio air i’m too god d-mn obscene
distort the beat like the f-ckers face
add some extra b-ss, leave no god d-mn trace
go tarantino on that motherf-cker
box cutter as a gutter something outta blog de narc
since i was eight i’m afraid of the dark
columbine, grab the carbine chambered in nine
i’m doing just fine with
ten or fifteen girls and a need of rebellion
creeping and stalking with henchmen just like drake with eleven

[verse 2]
christmas carol and designer apparel
with his -ss starring down at the barrel
strangle and mangle
breaking his ankle
recording it at the best angle
knife to his head make his scalpel dangle
stomp his -ss till his f-cking face caves in
interrogation table tell him
i didn’t do sh-t it was charlie

[bridge]
rip his f-cking septum
now i’m shooting up his r-ct-m
execution like aleppo
break his -ss down like a lego
skeletons in my closet not a figure of speech
sucker for blood, let me be your motherf-cking leech

[verse 3]
mail the loser’s head in a cooler
all while skipping cl-ss ferris bueller
as i’m dumping the corpse in the sewer
get some camera crew, neudert
show off my sculpture all neutered
them bl–dy fingers all skewered
film me reading manifesto
mientras espero el arresto

[verse 4]
solian pisarme, hora de vengarme
cortarlos hasta que roguen que pare
manchando de rojo la rubchinsky gosha
mientras escucho a zach de la rocha
tu siempre fuiste un culon
cuchillo clavado en su pulmon
en piezecitas te meto al cajon
feeling uncomfortable? my job’s done

[verse 5]
wake up in the morning i got murder on my mind
wanna find the pr-ck and slit his throat up from behind
this the revenge of the d-cks
after all these years
heart pumping, caffeine
breath all stanky, nicotine
grab the magazine
bumping death grips guillotine
hope it lives up to the hype
speakers blasting on sight
this sh-t better make the news
praise and fame, how could i refuse?
can’t do anything but smile
hope my death makes more cents than my life
speeding up and down main street
charlie p-ssenger seat
load it in, c-ck it back, safety off
45 acp, fifty of
mark twenty three
burnt my id
no ident-ty
asthma kicking in
i’ve been practicing
pull back the slide
fight or flight
nowhere to hide
bleached half my hair, won’t be the last time i died
surely christmas came in early
windows fogged, steering jerky
shift the stick, turn the curve
i see the pr-ck, hit the clutch and swerve
hop out, take aim and spray
you get what you f-cking deserve

- mbae kol¥a lyrics

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