underground unleashed - murderous habits lyrics
[intro: rhapture]
la la la la la
la la la la la
because you think about her, no
but ain’t got the guts to rip ’em apart
[verse 1: k+smoke]
molest is in my favor, rough is in my nature
heeding all the women like sweet assorted flavors
i’m in the slums with a knife, finding the dame when i break
smile, i’m willing to give it up for a cheap price
engulfed in madness, my heart is dancing with satan
more often that it gets mauled and the b+tch not get her bacon
abdominal region got the sharpest and occupied
and how we wait for the press to +n+lyze, cannibal eyes
i’m steady campеd, expert
scalpel tip to thе tips, rip it to bits and let the b+tches neck drip
now let the neck squirt and nail her head to the press and make the next news excerpt
i’m in the lab with a brain filled with loads of entertaining
i’m gaining all women lacking the patience to make changes
call me jack (jack), mister ripper got ’em shaking
spinning this scalpel around my fingers in my leather apr+n
[chorus: dubbs & rhapture]
i got some murderous habits
but i know i’m not bad, i’m just a little bit misunderstood (misunderstood)
in all of this madness, the fact of the matter is you don’t k!ll ’em but you wish that you could (wish that you could)
we’re one in the same, a couple players in the game
i just play a little different than y’all (different than y’all)
’cause see a thing about hurting n0body
got the guts to take a motherf+cker and just rip ’em apart
[verse 2: mr. morbid]
rip ’em apart, now that’s despicable
this sh+t is an art
i sit in the park in intervals with visions of dark (dark)
senses and sparks, it’s simple though, a victim to start (start)
this isn’t hard (hard), i’m tripping ’cause i’m missing her heart
but hey!
i like it better when i come with an axe to plunge in your back
and i’m numb to the fact i’m in love with the craft
i caught a couple cousins ’cause it’s fun to the max
and now this blood has got me buzzing so i’m running with that
i’m stuffing dozens in fact
all these fake women that stay sinning
getting laid, grin in they face like it was thanksgiving
in the day sitting with bae, but in the late, kissing eight different men
b+tch, you’ll end up with your face missing (yeah)
or become a rape victim (yeah)
my last b+tch was a damaged savage with a massive ass and fat tits (aha)
i gave her mad d+ck (i did)
but that switched when she ran with another man (man)
i cut her off, and that’s it
[chorus: dubbs & rhapture]
i got some murderous habits
but i know i’m not bad, i’m just a little bit misunderstood (misunderstood)
in all of this madness, the fact of the matter is you don’t k!ll ’em but you wish that you could (wish that you could)
we’re one in the same, a couple players in the game
i just play a little different than y’all (different than y’all)
’cause see a thing about hurting n0body
got the guts to take a motherf+cker and just rip ’em apart
[verse 3: lyrizone]
let me tell you about a story guaranteed to creep you out
how i plan such a intricate slaughter in every house
i stalked on my every victim, night, noon, or day
pay attention to every habit, every move that they made
and when i learned enough regardless, a pet, kid, elderly
everybody’s gonna die, i bind ’em ’til their elbows bleed
if they try to cry, sh+t, i smile and slice ’em happily (hahahaha)
“what is btk” they say? let me show you
first, chop and beat in the brains and like you were told to (ooh)
next, find some rope for the throat and all of the ligaments
tie ’em to the base of the pole tight, where they can never slip or trip
some say it’s torturous, many more say it’s m+s+ch+stic
i can k!ll or see, neither way neither one of ’em christ christened
i’m actually providing insurance for these corpses
depends on how they bend to the pressure in rigor mortis
[chorus: dubbs & rhapture]
i got some murderous habits
but i know i’m not bad, i’m just a little bit misunderstood (misunderstood)
in all of this madness, the fact of the matter is you don’t k!ll ’em but you wish that you could (wish that you could)
we’re one in the same, a couple players in the game
i just play a little different than y’all (different than y’all)
’cause see a thing about hurting n0body
got the guts to take a motherf+cker and just rip ’em apart
[verse 4: samson samson]
they fear me when the night falls, because they know i might crawl in their windows with a knife drawn
but that’s all that i need until the night’s dawn
stealing all your sh+t, stabbing you until your life’s gone (life’s gone)
is that wrong? i don’t need any permission when i’m slitting a b+tch
throwing a fit into submission
a twenty+two at close position
your boyfriend’s out of commission
you should shut the f+ck up and listen or this knife removing your vision
i can show you what it’s like to be a bad man
pentagram can show the devil that i am
your life is worthless, i’m sending you straight to satan
and no, i’m not perfect because i’m fixating on hating
you’re powerless and i am in control now
i was raised for this, yeah they bred me with the knowhow (how)
i know now you people will never understand
there’s too much morality when you’re living in disney land
[chorus: dubbs & rhapture]
i got some murderous habits
but i know i’m not bad, i’m just a little bit misunderstood (misunderstood)
in all of this madness, the fact of the matter is you don’t k!ll ’em but you wish that you could (wish that you could)
we’re one in the same, a couple players in the game
i just play a little different than y’all (different than y’all)
’cause see a thing about hurting n0body
got the guts to take a motherf+cker and just rip ’em apart
[outro: rhapture & dubbs]
la la la la la (rip ’em apart)
la la la la la (rip ’em apart)
la la la la la (rip ’em apart)
la la la la la (rip ’em apart)
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