hxlx - ammonium nitrate
[intro: needleguts]
let’s do this
bang_bang_bang, bang hi_, bang hi_, bang_
it’s necrosociety
bang, his body droppin’
can’t see his head, i’ma stomp ’til it’s splattered
i end his life ’cause it don’t even matter
f_cking her face like she don’t even matter
we haunt, and k!ll, for the fun of it
like, glock, glock she all—
holy—
hahahahaha
good, bad, i’m the guy a gun
stop them
they’re k!lling everyone
[verse 1: hxlx & tsaruicide]
walk into the metro with the kevlar on my chest
7.62 leave your body to rest
all of my opps got bulletproof vests
k!lling my b_tch, i’m k!lling yours next
grabbing the shotgun under my desk
i got night vision inside of my mask
caught up a body and put it in a bag
unload the mag, i’m making him lag
b_tch, i be hittin’ the galaxy gas
f_cking her p_ssy, i’m f_cking her ass
b_tch i’ma pull up you sh_ttin’ yourself
i got the spas_12 up on the shelf
cutting the bodies, i’m loving the smell
dumping his body all the way down the well
pouring the acid, i’m making it melt
hit my b_tch like her dad with the belt
lil’ chemist, when i play with these potions
beheading my opps and i got no emotions
stacking the bands, you ain’t got no motion
posted on a boat, smoking on opium
nitrate, uh, mix it with the sodium
always the first on that f_cking podium
set you on fire with that rhodium
you disgust me, i’m feeling odium
[verse 2: needleguts]
bang bang bang, his body droppin’
can’t see his head, i’ma stomp ’til it’s splattered
i end his life ’cause it don’t even matter
f_cking her face like she don’t even matter
like, glock, glock, she all over my d_ck
she neck deep, she choking my d_ck
got big lips, they all over my d_ck
she swallow everything, my b_tch never spit
mdma, mix it with the k
repeat every day, you cannot relate
mdma, mix it with the k
repeat every day, you cannot relate, b_tch
[verse 3: hxlx & needleguts]
(turn this sh_t up, twin)
(turn this f_cking sh_t up)
(turn it up)
you can’t f_cking touch, i’m gonna make myself blow up
you be talking like a r_t_rd, boy, you better shut up
b_tch i’m pullin’ out the .45 and you get shot up
steppin’ on the bouncing betty, and you getting f_cked up
if you got a f_cking problem, boy, you better pull up
i’m just shooting faster, ’cause yo sh_t_ass gun jammed up
please, don’t k!ll me, don’t shoot, help me!
[outro: tsaruicide]
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fatality
iraq, what the f_ck?
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