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chuckklez - crunked up and fucked up كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: bloodshot]
beef with a motherf_cker, we ’bout to get it crunk
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker, we ’bout to get it crunk
you just another punk in the club about to get jumped
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker, we ’bout to get it crunk
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker, we ’bout to get it crunk
you just another punk in the club about to get jumped
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker, we ’bout to get it crunk
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker, we ’bout to get it crunk
you just another punk in the club about to get jumped
[verse 1: chuckklez]
i’m cranking up the chainsaws, about that time to get crunk
’cause i’m p_ssed off as a motherf_cker, ready to slice you into chunks
i hear you talking sh_t from out your ass like you f_ggots do
so i call up the homie bloodshot, now we’re here to f_cking k!ll you fools
first we drag you out the crib, then lay you on the lawn
got you shaking like a b_tch, there’s no chance that you can run
decapitate your f_cking head and drink the blood from out your neck
’cause i’m a twisted serial k!ller who loves to leave his work a bl__dy mess
sold my soul for horror crunk and i have no f_cking regrets
this is the only type of sickness that makes me rip your heart from out your chest
eat it slowly, then watch you as you die
until the reaper comes to send you to h_ll, it’s time to say goodnight
should’ve never said my name in vain ’cause the devil lives inside me
now you’re buried beneath the floorboards without a head attached to your body
let the maggots finish the rest so i can move on to the next
and introduce these p_ssycats
how my machete does its best (yeah)

[chorus: bloodshot]
beef with a motherf_cker, we ’bout to get it crunk
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker, we ’bout to get it crunk
you just another punk in the club about to get jumped
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker, we ’bout to get it crunk
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker, we ’bout to get it crunk
you just another punk in the club about to get jumped
[verse 2: bloodshot]
who you talking to? better watch your step (stay)
you’re about two inches from winding up dead (yeah)
i gotta fit the liquor in, horror crunk
a motherf_cker talk sh_t (yeah), hip_hop (yeah)
i creep through the streets like i own the sh_t (uh huh)
step out of line, you’s about to get hit (hit)
i got the crunk buck sound and i’m losing it (losing it)
i’m hanging upside down with a crucifix (crucifix)
i’m walking down the alley, blunt in my mouth
hater talking sh_t, ’bout to lay ’em out
i ain’t the one to f_ck with, i’m crunked y’all
i’m the type of k!ller that gets wild
so while you’re smacking them gums better think twice
or i’ma take this knife and start to slice and dice
this is bloodshot and chuckklez as one
fit them in blood and chainsaws so you better run

[chorus: bloodshot]
beef with a motherf_cker, we ’bout to get it crunk
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker, we ’bout to get it crunk
you just another punk in the club about to get jumped
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker, we ’bout to get it crunk
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker
beef with_beef with a motherf_cker, we ’bout to get it crunk
you just another punk in the club about to get jumped
[verse 3: chuckklez]
i keep on telling n_ggas we ain’t here to play some f_cking games
except to murder the ones they love and wear their f_cking face
you can call me edward gein because i’ll skin you in my cellar
leave your body hanging after i get drunk upon this liquor
you already know i’m a piece of sh_t who enjoys the f_cking sports of death
causing chaos in every second when my machete takes your final breath
no redemnants will be needed, i’m gonna squeeze the god’s creation
who has some puppets to k!ll these christians? ’cause i’m a motherf_cking demon
creepy, crunked up out of mind like i’m ready to slap a b_tch
so you best to keep a distance or else this knife will peel your flesh, trick
no more crying ’cause your tears don’t even mean sh_t to me
except it makes me pre_cum as you begin to slowly decease
there can never be a cure to eliminate the hatred from within
it always keeps me going, just to commit another sin
so i turn my eyes to bloodshot and he says “let’s f_cking k!ll ’em all”
raising up our chainsaws while we’re screaming “slaughter!”

- chuckklez

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