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mr. rage - creepy crawlin lyrics

[intro: dylan ross]
you know uh pale m-s-ch-stic fella like myself
hefty guy like mr. rage
have no problem admitting that we have issues
ya know being that we are
from white middle america
and the deeper you get into the uh ya know the filthy underbelly of white middle america
the more you realize that these issues are flaunted
more than they are just accepted and admitted
and ya know on tracks like this
these are ya know i would admit that these are cry..cry for help songs
no matter how you look at it
f-ck b-tches

[verse 1: dylan ross]
i don’t bleed the block, mane i make it seep
first i count my money, then i count some sheep
the way i’m functioning got you thinking that i’ma creep
but i am though
bury them bodies deep
i got a mental diagnosis that would make you shutter
i got some cutters to cut up the children and the mothers
i’m on some other next level
50,000 miles above your head an i’m probably not coming down in a while
i am a salem witch
i will strangle a b-tch
mangle the cl-t until she’s feeling the stang with an itch
f-ck your brain with a fist and uh-vaporate into mist
so if you’re pissed
you can spray 10 aks but you’ll miss
i feel great when i’m dissed
i’m fulla hate, no 8 and a 5th
i could leave you 8 and get away with your whip
its easy to say that i’m great at this shit
it’s also easy to say that since i’m white i’m gonna get away with this shit

[hook]

[verse 2: mr. rage]
i’m on that other stuff
i got that southern swag
creep crawly shit y’all don’t know bout none of that
chopping up yo body wh-r-s put it in some garbage bags
leave a note that says i did it, with my autograph
i slaughter tracks
i’m talkin’ murder mane
i keep that heater on me
don’t make it burn ya mane
i keep that shovel in the trunk and it ain’t no thang
to wrap your body up its under this dirt mane
you can’t stop me, i stay golden
like a wh-r- at a rave mane
i leave you brain moldin’
midnight [?] creep crawlin
i got demons in my head call the exorcist homie
it’s me and d ross drinkin
i’m dirty south just like speed [?] is
i’m bout mines so i’m choking a b-tch
f-ck with me and get a cost of chips
leave her pussy wet dumping that hoe in a ditch ugh

[hook]

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