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m.m.m.f.d. - red-n-blue كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: scum & insane poetry]
oxygen deprivin’ ’em with the twisted wire hanger
drivin’ ’em to convulsion, strangulation turns ’em blue (yeah!)
there is no surviving this abduction when we hang your
body on a hook just like a pig for barbecue
with a knife i will carve a few into meat particules
delete each part of you, you see, we are the crew
triple m_f_d, believe we slaughter fools
we brought death, believe mе, it’s marked for you
bloodied up my shoes, thеre is no use in tryin’ to clean ’em
should just paint them red to match my apr_n and my knife
cuttin’ them into pieces, never again, n0body seen ’em
loads of tacos that disposed of when we end their life
at a dumpsite far away hours after we caught our prey
this will be your final resting sp_ce of what we call your grave
hauled away in a black econovan with no tags on it
you can smell the body bag aroma, uhh!

[chorus: scum]
blue! bodies floatin’ h_lla bloated in the river
red! body parts in a pile of blood up in the trunk
blue! from the fatal beatings that i could deliver
red! butcher block and the butcher knives in a human chunk
blue! from a noose that’s cuttin’ off your air intake
red! from us carving lsp into your chest
all red and blue like police lights or cats that g_ngb_ng
which color finna suit you best? be laid to rest
[verse 2: scum & insane poetry]
red is all i see, dead is all i touch
put a baby in a blender and pretend it’s not too much
f_ckin’ trouble to be askin’ for its mother to get a straw
and to taste this crimson smoothie that is salty, warm, and raw
warn the law, let ’em know ain’t no way they can ever stop us
we the butcher brothaz cravin’ to put you up in the coffin
catch you when you are joggin’, the perfect time to come sn_tch you up
you actors sl_t, these are the films we make to slash you up
f_ck her with a blade and leave her p_ssy dripping red
yo! f_ck her and she blew her p_ssy cold but not the bed
blood all over you as demons screamin’ in your head
yo! if somebody knew that pity you would not be dead
body bags being filled, landfills filled with body parts
triple m_f_d bring new meaning to body art
on our canvas, you see death is our muse
we leave your bodies two_colored (yeah!), red mixed with blue

- m m m f d

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