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[chorus: hauntgat]
(yeah)
when i pull up with my shotty, b_tch, i’m catching bodies (yeah)
i ain’t leaving out n0body, b_tch, i need my money
i don’t give a f_ckin’ rat’s ass even if you say you’re sorry (no)
give your ass some shock value, that sh_t feels like a curse

[verse 1: hauntgat]
just like call of duty, little f_ck_boy, yeah, i pack a punch
said you will not try escape, but now i’ve got a hunch
i—, i got anything and everything you need, i’ve got a bunch (yeah)
boiled up your best friends guts and now we’re serving lunch
a_a_ah—

[chorus: hauntgat]
when i pull up with my shotty, b_tch, i’m catching bodies (yeah)
i ain’t leaving out n0body, b_tch, i need my money
i don’t give a f_ckin’ rat’s ass even if you say you’re sorry (no)
give your ass some shock valuе, that sh_t feels like a curse
when—, whеn—, when i pull up with my sho_sho—, i’m catching bodies (yeah)
i ain’t leaving out n0body, b_tch, i need my money
i don’t give a f_ckin’ rat’s ass even if you say you’re sorry, —ry
give your ass some shock value, that sh_t feels like a curse

[interlude]
rap music videos about murders cue fire in the community
mothers of the victims are speaking up saying the lyrics and videos have gone too far, giving specific details about why
[verse 2: k!llriddle]
’bout—, ’bout to peel your buddy, turn him to a mass of flesh
took another pill, i’m waitin’ for the dumb f_ck that up next
cut ’em up and fold ’em, i’m ’bout to smoke ’em like a cigarette
treat ’em like a b_tch, the way i put ’em down like i’m a vet
serving limbs up on a plate ’cause i don’t eat nothin’ but guts
i put your spleen up in the blender, my double cups filled with your blood
got a bb on my waist, tucked in my waist, i got a gun
i’m ready to take off your face because i’m having too much fun
yeah, pull up with a cleaver, i’m about to serve you on a dish
catch me f_ckin’ cheffin’, rate it five stars, but no michelin
you look too appetising when i marinade your guts and limbs
the meat falls off the bone, the bugs gon’ feast until there’s no more skin
i f_ckin’ wear you like a vest, i turned your best friend to a cap
you b_tchin’, actin’ all depressed, laugh when you die, how about that?
you b_tches actin’ so obsessed, i laid you dumb b_tch all out flat
squash you down so you compressed and hang you up just like a flag

[refrain: hauntgat]
just like call of duty, little f_ck_boy, yeah, i pack a punch
(said you will not try escape, but) now i’ve got a hunch
i—, i got anything and everything you need, i’ve got a bunch (yeah)
boiled up your best friends guts and now we’re serving lunch
a_a_ah—

- killriddle

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