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sacreligion666 - icutmydickoff lyrics

[tiptoe through the tulips by tiny tim]
ohh, tiptoe, through the window, by the window, that’s where i’ll be
come tiptoe, through the tulips, with me

[evil laugh]

f-ck

[?] with yo b-tch she on my d-ck she trippin sucking sucking spit
i cut off my d-ck
ship to your b-tch [?]
dirty lil b-tch, she suck on my d-ck
sucked her [?] i got all the sh-t
i just might rub you then hit on a l!ck
body to body then jump on the clip
beat up her p-ssy then f-ck on your b-tch
i’m gonna f-ck it till she might need st-tches
i beat up her p-ssy and take through the drip
i’m in your b-tch, i’m in your b-tch, i am up in in your- i’m with the sh-ts

millimetre to your head
yeah, yeah
f-ck with me and end up dead
yeah, yeah
bust your knees and break your face
satan gonna win today
popping pills i might just die
ain’t no lie, these demons always on my mind

run for your life, run for your life, i just might bust in the line

gripping that knife, gripping that sife, this is the end of the line

[clip of fight]
oh f-ck him up
f-ck him up
f-ck his -ss up
f-ck his -ss lets go bro

running my hands, getting them bands
you got a b-tch that gon f-ck with me
she bout the xans, she want my hands
but ain’t no b-tch gonna be cuffing me
i got a glock, shooting these ops
none of these n-ggas they come for me

blow out your brains, leave em but stains
k!lling [?] death is so comforting
rope round his neck, leave him to hang
k!lling is so f-cking humbling
k!lling so humbling
p-ssy so wet that it’s tingeling
she want some d-ck and i’m bringing it
she hear the music she’s feeling it

i’m in in this night, he’s looking for fright
you could see death in my eyes
you spewin these lies, i’m hearing your cries, the murder is why i’m alive
i’m feeling no pain, i’m going insane, there’s no [?] f-cks in your brain
you say i’m [?] i [?]
cause im gonna end your ways
shout out l’amour shut all the doors
not even jesus can save you today

black hoodie, black boots, tight b-tch, tighter noose
bust head, no tooth, black heart, babe ruth, 42
slitting their throats while i’m k!lling a b-tch
f-ck [?] make em hit all the jits
throw her back, throw her back faster, with a blast off hit em with a blast off, now they wanna hit her with her back off
with a baseball bat slap your head off
first base y’all wanna call your back off

triple six is my l!ck, boy i’m runnin with the sh-ts
demons all up in my back, like i’m hunting for these kids
gold trap round my waist, pull up in it catch a case
n-ggas tryna f-ck with me, media is gonna chase
don’t f-ck with my set, cause i’ll f-ck all you up
n-ggas tryna act up, but when i come, all you run
murder season [?]
tell them b-tches i am here
psychopathic motherf-cker be the one that you fear

f-ck all you n-ggas i don’t really give a f-ck
my n-ggas 40’s
when we come we mobbing up
when we come better duck
got that pump to shoot you up
got that omniscience sensation

sacrificing virgin f-cks

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