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undead papi - death to all lyrics

[verse 1: undead papi]
stab a knife through your windpipe, make sure the noose tight
i’m a k!ller, come at night, see a b-tch -ss n-gg- in sight
stab him with all my f-cking might, then take his flesh and bite
i’m a savage leave you in a fright, come to your house tonight
and make sure you sleep tight
cut up your f-cking neck, choppas wreck, better hit the deck
pull up wearing all black, give you a hand, just say
run up and attack, hit you in the back, the bodies just stack
put all of the racks in a backpack, gon’ pour some jack then hijack
a plane, i already know i’m insane
you don’t know what go through my brain
this ain’t a f-cking game, tell me, what are you gonna gain?
from putting me in pain, calling me a lame
keep talking ’til you hang, like a f-cking chain
like a pinata wit’ a blood stain
bhg the gang, masked up like bane
choppa poppin’ like, bang, put a n-gg- in the grave
n-gg- riding wave, but i came to say
n-gg-s know i’m brave, murder is what i crave
k!ll a n-gg- with a microwave, put his corpse on a plate
i’m hungry i ain’t even ate, i ain’t even done just wait
hope you grab the bait, then i rip off your f-cking face
i’m a f-cking disgrace, intestines in my shoelace
i put the devil in his place, he ain’t sh-t i’m gonna replace
p-ssy can’t keep up to the pace, b-tch n-gg- running i chase
i’ma rip out the devil’s guts, can’t you tell i’m f-cking nuts?
run him over with a bus, i just wanna taste his blood
it spill like a flood, put your body in the mud

[interlude: sosmula]
mula, sleezy
uh (mula!)

[verse 2 : sosmula]
sosmula, slaughter kitchens, backing up on all the dishes
microwave, i’m water whippin’, big eighth, quarter brickin’
bentley truck, foreign whippin’, f-cking all the foreign b-tches (slide)
’cause a n-gg- up now, bust down, water drippin’ (splash)
running ’round, n-gg-, with your head chopped off (f-ck outta here)
f-ck around n-gg- get your head shot off (grrah)
i got ars n-gg- (bow), p-ssy play hard n-gg-
smoking on dead opps, in the graveyard n-gg- (boom, boom)
p-ssy -ss n-gg- get shot in the face (grrah)
i don’t give a f-ck if the cops in the place (f-ck outta here)
white tee on, glock on the waist
flex on n-gg-s on top of the wraith (mula!)
n-gg- take that heart off, take your chain and murk off
what you n-gg-s work for? all you n-gg-s dirt soft (mula)

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