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torturechain - blackout lyrics

uuuaaahhhh
black out drunk with a gun mag
yuh h h h
put you back inside the whip
lock myself inside my house for your own protection
needle inside my arm so i do not get your infection
uuuuuhhhh p+ssy
cut your body up leave in lifeless on the pavement
aayuhh
watch your f+cking brain blow up into little peaces
i don’t give a f+ck bout you b+tch uhhhh+
bullets gotta sum blood up on my shoe
shut the f+ck up b+tch i could be off my meds again
ah yeah you a b+tch uhh
cut your body up now imma leave in the gutter+er
i jus want you inside my jar
outta my way n+gga bouta hit you wit a car
i feel like i’m missing something here
bodies piling up idk what to do anymore +ev+ev+ev
ah aha ha ah ah+++

aaaaahhhh
drown you in black tar hеroin
now your bouta black out
yuh like sounding like u should make sum arrangеments
ah ah ah ah
you can catch me but the city can’t f+cking afford it
now i got the am+g
yuh k!ll that n+gga if he wanna talk
ak+47 an imma let it mother f+ckin’ walk walk walk
contemplate your death every day ay ay ay
yeah imma cut off your f+cking face+ace+ace
p+ssy imma rearrange your f+cking organs
karate chop your ass n+gga like i am putin
yeah you wanna pop out
yuh shot the robber now he dead
i don’t give a f+ck if i am dead
bouta hide me in the shed n+gga
grenade in his asofocaus
now he rey blow up into little peaces
ah ah ah+++ eh eh

“you pieces of sh+t should die”
++

now your bouta black out
yuh like sounding like you should make sum arrangements
ah ah ah ah
you can catch me but the city can’t afford it
now i got the am+g
yuh k!ll that n+gga if he wanna talk

- torturechain lyrics

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