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fuckmurasaki - cadaver cypher lyrics
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[intro: rose’s mom]
happy birthday to you
happy birthday to you
happy birthday, dear_ hey, not yet!
[verse 1: murasaki]
slit your f_ckin’ throat, i don’t wanna hear you talk
b_tch is talkin’ on the net, but i heard she like to stalk
rip your tongue out, make a noose to wrap around your jaw
yeah, smoking out the cake, packs on me until it’s raw
feel like an opp, yeah, bomb me, ’cause they know i’m j_panese (yeah)
me and babe on the bed the way how i’m finna beg her “please”
they think their pockets are fat, b_tch, i got racks, get down and attack
they trying to diss me, yeah, they miss me, then i’m smoking packs
k!ll yourself, make your blood leak like a river (yeah)
take your breathe as i gut into your liver
two sh_lls popped, ’boutta send you to your tomb
all these p_ssies, they got no clout for them screaming in their room
crucifix my body until i meet demise
see a bright light when i open up my eyes (oh)
i’m nowhere to be found with their lies
baby, don’t really feel alive
[verse 2: sev!]
taking the cadaver and i’m ripping out your insides
talk that sh_t on twitter and you say you rule the online
cutting you in halftime, like i am on bloodline
hit you with left_right, now you is a dead guy
stupid little wh0re, i’ma stick up all your veins
it’s a day after day that i’m going insane
every day, i get up and déjà vu the pain
i’m alone in my room, so i’ma shoot my brains
slice you with the blade, you gon’ end up like an artichoke
you gon’ feel the pain like i’m doing f_cking stick and poke
slice you with the blade, you gon’ end up like an artichoke
you gon’ feel the pain like i’m doing f_cking stick and poke
[verse 3: fkslair]
hang up your body, and frontflip sideways
do a kickflip, leave your body on the highway
pick up the blood, it taste like caviar
your whole ass body taste like some cadaver
slide to your dms like kirby, better make you my playboy bunny (oh)
you slide up [?] (yeah, cl!ck_cl!ck, pow)
[verse 4: itsaedanhill]
p_ssy wanna run his f_ckin’ mouth? then he drop dead
pop lead, b_tch, you ain’t gang, so you get dropped then
shot there, right on the block is where he lay down
sprayed down, flappin’ his lips, his ass got laid out
ay, shoutout raph, that’s my homie out in canada
panama, where we sell the white, my clip banana, uh
send him up, he’ll meet f_ckin’ god if he don’t pay us up
shape him up, b_tch, my barrel long like it’s et cetera
[verse 5: overwxrld]
leave his body in a pit, uh, uh
tell that f_ggot “suck my d_ck”, uh, uh
leave his body in a pit, uh, uh
tell that f_ggot “suck my d_ck”, uh, uh
leave his body in a pit, uh, uh
tell that f_ggot “suck my d_ck”, uh, uh
leave his body in a pit, uh, uh
tell that f_ggot “suck my d_ck”, uh, uh
[verse 6: bondi]
i’m rippin’ him apart if he step up in my territory
grab the f_cking blade, cut you up, ’cause this sh_t get gory
chase yo’ ass down, down the halls, like a horror story
it’s not about the f_ckin’ money, it’s all about the guts and glory
mutilate your face up til’ it’s all distorted
grab your f_ckin’ organs out in all different portions
i profit off your pain, but also extortion
you believe in luck, well i’m your misfortune
you believe in luck, well i’m your misfortune
[verse 6: raphbizz]
shut up, dead bodies on the ground, i’ma leave you f_cked up
brain to a mush like his name is f_cking glenn_
better not make a sound, body left cut up
one, two, three, stab ’em up, then i f_cking stab again
leave you dead in the motherf_cking daylight
can’t feel my face, yeah, i don’t feel right
you make me sick, blood onto the ground
you make me sick, blood onto the ground
blood on the ground as i stare into his soul
f_ckin’ cannibal, i’ma eat his body whole
take another step, i’ma f_ckin’ k!ll you
hands around your neck, turn your f_ckin’ body blue
[verse 8: swagdisease]
put my finger on the trigger and i pull, it got him bow down
this sh_t ain’t no misdemeanor, yo’ head got it pound down
got your information, i’ma burn your f_ckin’ house down
drop another song with me, yo’ plays no longer goin’ down
i know you love it, feelin’ bullets when you try and talk back
rip your skin right off your skull, i punch you down and hear it crack
see you in my dms, want a feature, but your wallet black
throw you off the f_ckin’ 10th story as i watch you splat, aye!
[outro: 3 year old baby rose & his mom]
happy birthday to you, okay, make a wish and blow your candle, blow your candle
yay! how old are you now? it’s three! how old are you? three! three? look at your cake
look, it’s three! you like your cake? look, it’s three! that is the number three
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