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necrosociety - hillside stranglers lyrics

[intro: ?]
in los angeles, a k!ller the police are calling the, “hillside strangler,” has murdered ten young women and left their bodies on the hillsides along the highways. today the police found another. number eleven they think
the body had been dumped fifteen feet down in a banquet in a residential neighborhood

[verse 1: sentfromiraq]
strangle the b+tch
i f+ck up the b+tch
i open the chest
i’m having a blast
i’m taking my knife
b+tch, i’m taking her life
i’m stabbing thе eyes
then, i’m l!cking thе spine
drain all the blood
i’m pouring it out
the skin is so white
it looks like a cloud
i’m taping her mouth
and slide it inside
the blade and my d+ck
i’ll do it all night
f+ck, another f+cking body in my roaster
i’m disgusting, b+tch, i’m a motherf+cking monster
k!lling, i prosper
no way to stop it
i don’t need no f+cking mask
b+tch, i already dropped it
[bridge: needleguts]
iraq+a+holics, hahahaha
i’m hiding under your bed, i been waiting for ya
i’m hiding under your bed, i been waiting for ya
i’m hiding under your bed, i been waiting for ya
i’m hiding under your bed, i been waiting for ya

[verse 2: needleguts]
kicked the door, i should’ve been more quiet
how’s yo day, baby, tell me about it
all these drugs, baby, don’t talk about it
i’ll just cave your skull in when i need silence
need you body separated from soul
love your trembling, love feeling control
k!ll you once i’m done, you’re my useless hole
your whole purpose is to pleasure me

[verse 3: k!llriddle]
dead inside
i think i might need to see a therapist
b+tch, i’m at your window look
i’ma rip your t++th out like a dentist
look around, all you see is murderers and terrorists
i lay your body out on the table and begin experiments
ugh, do you feel it? b+tch, it’s started
i’m ’bout to torture you to death, i’ll beat you ’til you turn r+t+rded
no emotion, just f+ckin’ cold+hearted
i got some acid and i pour it all over your friends carcass
i’ll paint the walls red with your blood, call me a f+ckin’ artist
i got urges and i need to do it
k!lling every f+ckin’ day
i don’t care who i’m putting through it
cutting up your body to this beat
b+tch, shut up listen to it
every time the voices tell me k!ll
i have to go pursue it
go pursue it
[verse 4: hauntgat]
i’m the hillside strangler
the cuts i make get angular
b+tch, i’m here to mangle ya
split ya up and just ship ya off
never even heard of ya
split the difference then burn it up
b+tch, you are replaceable
stitch ’em up and now look at ya
look at all these bodies i’ve accumulated (accumulated)
step onto my land you will get mutilated (mutilated)
b+tch, it’s really simple not that complicated (complicated)
1st, i grab the scissors open up the suture
2nd, hold it open, b+tch+ass f+ggot, yeah, this is your future (is your future)
end up as a carcass floating down the sewer (down the sewer)
stash away his brain inside the f+ckin’ freezer
yeah, i saved the organs just to spend on something newer

[verse 5: hxlx]
on the east side and the west side of the hillside, people disappear and f+cking die
you can hear the crying from the distance
they just found a new body and it’s very recent
i don’t need a reason
bag over the head in the back of the van
bruising and cuttin’, i’m doin’ it, i can
screaming and crying in between my hands
i caught her and bit her before she ran
choppin’, choppin’, i’m chopping the body
stalkin’, stalkin’, i’m stalking the victim
nah, you don’t know me, i’m not in the system
she got cuts bruises and motherf+cking blisters
[verse 6: tsaruicide]
i said what the bullet say (alright)
where the money, b+tch? i said it time to pay (ah, yea)
if there’s military, i ain’t got no time to stay (oh)
i ain’t leave the crib without a k (oh)
love the k, but i just keep a chrome (ah)
need treatment, but i ended up oding on the methadone (oh)
i ain’t like to trip if i ain’t trippin’ all alone (oh)
(shut the f+ck up b+tch ass motherf+cker) (no)
like the bank i feel like i be giving h+lla loans
if it doesn’t come back, i’ma skin him to the f+ckin’ bone
if he doesn’t got the money, gotta call him on the phone
if i f+cking see him, i’ma put a bullet in his dome

[outro]
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