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mothfecal - 10 bodies found underneath a shed lyrics

[intro]
michael link, сука, блять

[chorus: mothfecal]
ten rounds buried through the side a motherf+cker’s head
if he talkin’ to me, i’ma slit that motherf+cker’s neck
ain’t no actin’ fool’y on the side, b+tch, heard you f+ckin’ wept (ahh)
when i’m speakin’ to you, ain’t no lies, b+tch, y’all get f+ckin’ slept
ten found buried up inside a motherf+cker’s shed (oh, what?)
police talkin’ to me, ain’t no lies, i pull the f+ckin’ fifth
ten rounds buried through the side a motherf+cker’s head
ten found buried up inside a mothеrf+cker’s shed

[verse 1: mothfecal]
i can’t f+ck with none of you b+tchеs, i am dysfunctional
and i can’t help with none of you b+tches, y’all just so punch+able
unsociable, just you f+ckin’ wait until i tote the pole (yeah)
this ain’t imagination. we gon’ pry open your f+ckin’ skull
dissociable, she wanna spend the night and then i f+ck her hole
bury me alive so i can see my motherf+ckin’ foes

[bridge: mothfecal]
(hahahaha, ha, ha, ha)
(+spitting+)

[verse 2: k!lltak]
got many different blades up on my hip, we can test ’em out
put my sh+t up in your neck, your corpse start tweakin’, twitchin’ out
open up, i wanna put your blood and gore inside your house (okay)
at the show, try talkin’ sh+t, i punch you in your f+ckin’ mouth
brass knuckles dent ya skull, talk that sh+t, you been a ho
tried to claim he hard as f+ck, so how he end up in a hole?
i think it’s funny how these f+ckers on my d+ck, but i ain’t know
got a bunch of f+ckin’ n0bodies, a bunch of f+ckin’ ghosts
use my f+ckin’ boot to crush your brain apart, motherf+cker
leave you in the parking lot, decayed and rot, motherf+cker
and what now? now your family distraught, motherf+cker
leave your body in the alley, it start smelling in the summer
when they find you, it’s too late, what a shame, oh, what a bummer
“what the f+ck, motherf+cker?” he start yelling when i gut him
when this blade inside your organs, bet it feels a little funny
it’s get mushy, it gets bl++dy, p+ssy shouldn’t run up on me
[chorus: mothfecal]
ten rounds buried through the side a motherf+cker’s head
if he talkin’ to me, i’ma slit that motherf+cker’s neck
ain’t no actin’ fool’y on the side, b+tch, heard you f+ckin’ wept (ahh)
when i’m speakin’ to you, ain’t no lies, b+tch, y’all get f+ckin’ slept
ten found buried up inside a motherf+cker’s shed (oh, what?)
police talkin’ to me, ain’t no lies, i pull the f+ckin’ fifth
ten rounds buried through the side a motherf+cker’s head
ten found buried up inside a motherf+cker’s shed

- mothfecal lyrics

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