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super famous fun time guys - got worms? lyrics

[verse 1: mr 8 legz, whipstick, mr 8 legz & whipstick]
bought a machete, had to name her bethany
still don’t understand why i’m naming all my weaponry
jennifer’s in the back with a bat named stephanie
they think that i’m mad
i think it’s the amphetamines!
f+ck it, i’m indulging my impulses
out here turning on your faucets
watch you turn ’em off with your d+ck
cuz i lunge up out your closet
straight razor to your face
take lace out my pocket
stitch you up make you match the mask of my bosses
yesterday was thursday the 12th and i’m f+ckin’ up
i broke my favorite hockey mask so now i look like a joke
rockin’ a stupid lucha scarf around my face like a tourniquet
burn it like detergent served in a furnace with paterno’s d+ck (get f+cked!)
cuz we crashin’ your parties
revealing all the agendas that’s sabotaging our product
sounding kind of r+t+rded
we creep through shadows like we’re ominous
we give the gift of life and we takin’ back all of it

[chorus: mr 8 legz]
thought you were safer alone?
locked doors with police on the phone
no? we go cut through your bones
same way we broke in your home
so i’m just makin’ it known i
don’t mean to alert you
we just wanna hurt you
put you under earth well+deserved make you worm food
make you worm food
worm food
[verse 2: scum & insane poetry]
you’s a fish out the water, you’s a b+tch in the trunk
and i wish a motherf+cker would run up on this drunk
i put the bump under trench coat, ’bout to ball columbine
never known to be patient, put the gauge to your spine
yeah! i divide your body parts they call it mad division
but it still adds up, i’m a mathematician
i roll with the dark arts, you see a black magician
i’m horrorcore to the core, you’ve seen the class is written
why? tell me why do they die ‘fore i get to
feel satisfied, full extent of that term
can’t be achieved with just one homicide
so we roll on them all with their souls set to burn
yeah! a savage driven off rage, you can’t see it though
i keep it low, calm and collective won’t see me explode
but all my creatures know the method how them demons roll
kidnap your kids, then i sip their adrenochrome

[verse 3: scum & insane poetry]
hit you like i’m driving drunk and i hit a stroller
whoop you like a cripple’s ass and they’re not fast to roll a motherf+ckers off a cliff, their flesh is settled like ink
drenched in gas and hollowed lead, i’ma make them learn to fly b+tch
all them rappers is ghosts just like an apparition
glued their ears to the speakers so that they have to listen
they spoke in tongues to the pope, he said we’re sacrilegious
it’s the circle saw and axe that i slash your wrist with

[verse 4: mr 8 legz]
bound inside your bas+m+nt while i’m sniffing hits of coke
so why are you tripping? the f+ck, i put on diff’rent strokes
prefer the simpsons? i guess you didn’t choke
leave your body covered in flames like bam bam bigelow

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