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rozz dyliams - chopsaw em كلمات أغنية

ayy bruh you tryna let me get a sip of that king cobra

[verse 1: dylan ross]
forever the sickest infected d_ck in my britches
i’m tying b_tches to bridges and burn em’ down so sleep with the fishes
i’m vicious when my baby sauce dribbles on your b_tches nipples before i f_cked her silly with a rusty chisel
i’m off the hizzle banging with the born of barren womym and making you hang yourself off the fan in your parents room
i know you love the sound cantankerous underground pound for pound wrapped in a blanket made of alaskan flounder

[verse 2: dylan ross]
i’m pacing back and forth waiting for you at the door
waiting for you to come out so i can pull a gun out
if somе b_tches run out
i’ma have some fun now
if you spеak to me i will pleasantly pull your tongue out
i pull my gun out yeah i’m down to fire shots in broad day
main street k!ll a b_tch, k!ll a cop
i cop a sack of k!ller bud and fill the bowl and rip it off and also got some angel dust
i trust it make me go ballistic
[verse 3: dylan ross]
b_tches in miami tend to cower at the sight of me
probably cause their boyfriends mad and fantasizing fighting me
you can not fight righteously if only with your fists
i speak with doctrine as if jesus did not exist
he’s dead bloodshed in the back of the tour van
i hit you with the force as if i had four hands
gore k!ll never silent and discreet
i hammer smash and lacerate your face in the f_cking street

- rozz dyliams

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