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yersinia pestis - talkin' dat shyt lyrics

[intro: freddy krueger (robert englund)]
sticks and stones may break my bones but nothing will ever k!ll me

[verse 1: yersinia pestis]
it’s devil sh+t from russia to california
ты это вспомнишь, когда будет поздно
их слёзы обузой повиснут на лицах
креститься на бога и стены больницы
[?] уснёшь
что сильно заставит [?] нож
брошенный, страшный, обросший и злобный
ты встанешь под музыку эту из гроба
с топотом ног за жертвой как тень
с хохотом бешенным встав на колени
калеками сделали, их месть — это личное
разряд электричества, выстрел магический

[verse 2: krucial mane]
this right here goes out to all of you talkin’ that sh+t
you must’ve came down on some real bad, real bad withdrawals
f+cking with krucial mane and i be slicing your throat
you must’ve got me f+cked up, little homie it’s a wrap
toe+tag you for your bodybag, i ain’t gon’ cut you chance
you best better cut to all of that
we all in black for the gather of sinning and blasphemy
christ is the truth that will k!ll and will put us in high opposition
we march in our prime
we merking our faith across the world
that didn’t want spray (this time you die)
[chorus: krucial mane]
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you player haters who be talkin’ that sh+t
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you player haters who be talkin’ that sh+t

[verse 3: valtiel]
i lift you up with a single thought
i lit you up when this thing go off
there’s something wrong with this thought of a ship
put something away beyond
truth is, we’re not done for long
i cast my dreams upon your nightmares
when i reach up for the stars
wish your god is not there
putting you deep underneath your roots
let’s see just how long that you go
you find your keep in soul
no, i’m kidding, that’s a joke
it’s a valuable night, i feel the venom inside
i caught ’em in a walmart parking lot
put his body parts in a shopping cart
drove off and then bye+bye

[chorus: krucial mane]
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you player haters who be talkin’ that sh+t
this for all you, this for all you, this for all you player haters who be talkin’ that sh+t
[verse 4: chuckklez]
it’s that motherf+cking boogie man who’s creeping in your house when you’re dead asleep
gonna skin ya and your f+cking wife, then take your head back home with me
then i move to the next house and murder some more
like a crazy motherf+cker with a urge for gore
you stupid little b+tches better watch your mouths
i’m gonna rip your intestines all the f+cking way out
and i told y’all i’m loony
i’m possessed by horror movies
these f+ggots have f+cked up
now, death’s coming to get ya
so, pardon the vices, don’t mess with he
who has a mind of a k!ller who’s about to bring a beat
all you n+ggas that are fake just died from the sight
you know your vitals all look smacking
might bust his veins from the machete

- yersinia pestis lyrics

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