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[intro: itsaedanhill]
put you in a body bag and sign it with my autograph
put you in a body bag and sign it with my auto_auto
put you in a body bag and sign it with my autograph
put you in a body bag and sign it with my_

[hook: itsaedanhill]
th_th_think its time for a new payday in my way
aedan goin’ way up
k!ll ’em all 187 if you b_tches wanna say sumn’
i don’t be f_ckin’ prayin’ but the devil ’bout to raise up
pentagrams on my wall like i was motherf_ckin’ satan sp_wn
b_tch i am a demon yeah you know i’ve been lurkin’
and if these motherf_ckers talk like gretel, put in a furnace
these p_ssy boys be on they lame sh_t like a mo’f_ckin’ twerp and
i’m steady tryna hypnotize these lames like they was some serpents

[verse 1: itsaedanhill]
k!ll ’em all, put ’em in a he_rs_
had to give his toe a tag, had to put him in the earth
had to murk ’em for a bag and dash with the mask on
pull up with the ak to watch him squirm
you don’t really wanna f_ckin’ die today
if i see yo’ wrist then i’ll slice yo’ vein
p_ssy i don’t like you and yo’ homies lame
f_ckin’ with me was yo’ last mistake
i think i’m ’bout to spill some blood
this sh_t lookin’ like a flood
think it’s time for me to hunt
i ain’t never gave a f_ck
p_ssy boy you just a cuck
and yo’ numbers gettin’ stuck
can’t be me i’m on the up
tell yo’ b_tch that she can’t f_ck

stackin’ all these bodies on bodies
you on my d_ck get a hobby
i’ll leave you dead in the lobby
’cause ain’t n0body could stop me
i bring the wrath, you all trash, i make riches outta rags
i don’t care about yo’ numbers, you still lookin’ like a fa_

[bridge: itsaedanhill]
put you in a body bag and sign it with my autograph
put you in a body bag and sign it with my auto_auto
put you in a body bag and sign it with my autograph
put you in a body bag and sign it with my_

[verse 2: xdium]
snakes in the grass, blood runs cold, like the bad
choppin’ heads, body bags, you can’t trust, all these fa__
walk on yo’ block, and there’s blood on the spot
who are you? what i thought, you still nothin’ but a botched hoe
posted like you god of the scene
why you claimin’ sh_t that you know i’m gonna be
i see all the bands, you a laundering mink
get yo f_ckin’ bread up and quit botherin’ me

lights out motherf_cker, when i landed with a f_ckin’ right on
talkin’ all that sh_t now no one’s home with all the lights on
goodnight b_tch, where’s yo’ fight gone?
rest assured that p_ssy boy won’t ever be a bite_dog

- itsaedanhill

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