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boneclava - quad homicide lyrics

[verse 1: boneclava]
redrum… redrum… redrum…
scream into a pillow, m_ffled, press a shotgun to your forehead
make a noise complaint, and for the feds, i leave the bedsheets red
i gave your b_tch so much of my d_ck that she looked all f_ckin’ sped
i fill her p_ssy, then i impale her with f_ckin’ bayonets
when you see me, i’m a goner, i am just a silhouette
better hope you survive me, i’ll put you deep into arrest
make you writhe in pain like demons, you are just f_cking possessеd
light it up like it’s a lantern, putting onto the dark wеb
f_ck you, you’re a b_tch
take a motherf_cking hit
deagle to your skull, up in there, i pump that bl__dy sh_t
i take a f_cking dagger, and i make you f_cking cry
you try and p_ss me off, it’s a f_cking quad homicide
gonna take your house and turn it into columbine
i really no more give a f_ck, gon’ take a bite right in your spine
i take a f_cking dagger, and i make you f_cking cry
you try and p_ss me off, it’s a f_cking quad homicide
switching sides…

[verse 2: kevlar]
came in this b_tch like the motherf_cking ashen one
got so many sticks, i could maybe just pass you one
all you f_ggots hollowing, i’ma just slash you all
no, you can’t run from me, ’cause i’ma just gas you up
like lords of cinder, bring your head to the throne
slug in my remington, gon’ snap your f_cking bones
make your mom cry, you’re never coming home
give me that thing, your f_cking dark soul
b_tch, i got them ars and some heavy f_cking drum mags
you won’t even see me coming, ’cause i’m wearing full black
no case ever filing, b_tch, you know we leaving no tracks
it’s a quad homicide, you won’t get your soul back
k!lling is my job, and i am repeating the cycle
link the first flame, and i am waiting for the final
usurping the sh_t and grab a motherf_cking rifle
7.62 acp hits your f_cking vitals
[verse 3: vomitchainsaw]
quad homicide, pullin’ up with the tec_9
i just wanna take your ribs, rappin’ like its rent time
if you want smoke, drop a pin, like it’s test time
i got a grenade, pull the pin and it’s death time
me and gorejit on your television
and we’re chopping bodies open
time to have a celebration
can’t match all the pills i’m taking
can’t match all the brains that i am bashing
drive off in the srt and i can’t help but f_cking crashing
i’ma chop his head off of his f_cking shoulders
and i wanna see your face while you’re getting tortured
breaking news, yeah, i just caught another murder
and his body’s in the swamp and its getting colder
yuh, guns, knives, blood on the floor
dismember your body, then sell it on the tor
here’s vomit, breaking through the door
i just drank her blood and now i want more
take off the skin from your face, face, face
you’ll get your organs displaced, placed, placed, placed
cut you in half at the waist, waist, waist
snort up a pill, and it’s laced, laced, laced, laced
take off the skin from your face
you’ll get your organs displaced
cut you in half at the waist
snort up a pill, and it’s laced
[verse 4: nihilist]
insta_k!ll!
i be going stupid, i’ma gamble my life savings
gamble with your life, and now your body start decaying
huffin’ up the gas, yeah, b_tch, i feel amazing
huffin’ up the gas, yeah, my heart is f_ckin’ racing
i be going stupid, i’ma gamble my life savings
gamble with your life, and now your body start decaying
huffin’ up the gas, yeah, b_tch i feel amazing
huffin’ up the gas, yeah, my heart is f_ckin’ racing
b_tch, i slaughter r_t_rds, you know i been on my f_ckin’ grind
bet your girlfriend shoves a strap_on where the sun don’t f_ckin’ shine
neck yourself in your room, no one f_ckin’ cares about your life
posted up with butcherhouse, this a quad homic_
b_tch, i slaughter r_t_rds, you know i been on my f_ckin’ grind
bet your girlfriend shoves a strap_on where the sun don’t f_ckin’ shine
neck yourself in your room, no one f_ckin’ cares about your life
posted up with butcherhouse, this a quad homicide
i swear if one more f_ckin’ f_ggot tries to tell me what to do
i’ma have to curb his jaw up on the pavement, so he can’t talk
break his f_ckin’ legs just so the f_ckin’ f_ggot cannot walk
hate these f_ckin’ low lives, all they do is motherf_ckin’ stalk
swagged up in lv, i just bought this off the market
hate these f_ckin’ f_ggots, put you on the black market_e_e_
gave your b_tch so much d_ck, now she lookin’ r_t_rded
shot this d_ckhead so many times, now he look r_t_rded
stab, and stab, and stab, and stab that b_tch right in his f_ckin’ eye
b_tch, i wanna tie you up for good, i want you to bind
b_tch, i feel like hauntgat, the way all of these f_ggots i despise
posted up with butcherhouse, this a quad homicide
stab, and stab, and stab, and stab that b_tch right in his f_ckin’ eye
b_tch, i wanna tie you up for good, i just want you to bind
b_tch, i feel like hauntgat, the way all of these f_ggots i despise

- boneclava lyrics

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