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hyperactive - bad karma كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: hyperactive]
take a step into the booth
and you don’t wanna hear the truth
i f-cked a b-tch and k!lled her too
don’t ask me why cuz i don’t know
i’ll never know why i’m insane
the sh-ts just in my dna
i do what i do just for myself
all the pain and death and violence helps
i’m sick in the head
i laugh at death
and i love the crack of a whip or belt
yea yea
love the sound when you scream and yell
yea yea
when i die imma go to h-ll
yea yea
chillin’ with the devil
and you know ill enjoy myself
yea yea

[hook: hyperactive]
all these stupid b-tches on my nerves
i just really wanna harm em
what goes around comes around
and i know imma get that bad karma
nothing will protect you
no not even that gold plated armor
when i die and go to h-ll
i blame it on all of my bad karma

[verse 2: hyperactive]
it takes the lotion rubs it in
or else it gets the hose again
you don’t wanna lose your skin
i’m creepy and i’m disgusting
yea i’m dis-gus-ting and
you know that’s a fact and
you better get back cuz
i’ll make you my snack and
eat you up like lecter
suck you up like nectar
chop you up like dexter
no need for a lecture
you better get back
i’m gonna attack
i’m wiggity whack
you’re gonna get smacked
i never hold back
clickety clack
bang bang
you better run, you better hide
i’m comin’ after you tonight
not losin sight
cuz i know that i got it
got you in my pocket
close the door and lock it
load a gun and c-ck it
back and then i pop it
blood spills out like a faucet
i watch it, i’m awestruck
it’s awesome, i love it
f-ck the law i’m above it
i don’t f-ck with blunts b-tch
i get high when i hit you once b-tch
never gonna touch this
i don’t got no limits f-ck a budget
better be afraid i’m really messed up
better run away i’m gonna getcha
better be afraid i’m gonna k!ll ya
better give up cuz you are dead
i pull you up into my bed
and now you gonna lose your head
you wrap your -ss around my d-ck
and say that you’ll do anything
and i give in i let you win
f-cked that b-tch and everything
f-cked that b-tch in every hole
f-cked that b-tch in seven holes
she never quit she begged for more
mouth around my t-st-cl-s
hold up wait i never fold
cuz this is when i slit her throat

[verse 3: hyperactive]
i treat you wrong but it feels right
i don’t know whats right and wrong
all the sh-t that i say in my songs
is f-cked up but sh-t so am i
i got no friends and i got not fam
i got no money and i got no fans
i don’t give no f-cks and i take no sh-t
don’t say “no sh-t” just say “oh sh-t”
you gon’ die suckin’ d-ck
and i’m gon’ die f-ckin’ cl-t
you f-ckin’ b-tch
i’m f-ckin’ lit
so high off this sh-t
i k!lled that b-tch
she never should have ever
been a part of this
cuz i just cannot deal with

- hyperactive

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