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rozz dyliams – bitch cutter كلمات اغاني

[produced by: crimewave]

[verse 1: rozz dyliams]
slit cut slit cut cut
yeah i rock my scrubs and do what the f-ck i want
three sixteen l cut you all the way to h-ll
i be smoking blunts before your operation what’s the smell
what the heck b-tch its young jeck
groin to the neck
disembowel with no gloves just just to get my hands wet
touch my money get my bands wet
flip my handset yellow!
you best check the county morgue cause i just sent your man below
(?) the surgery (?)
rozzy (?)
you don’t know what i can do
missiles ripping and flying fool
committed to the surgery
committing homicide on you
code blue – i see you
you and yours flying through
love the feeling of a pair of scissors when its slicing you
got some tricks up my sleeve turn you into christopher reeves
in my treehouse of terror no one do it quite like i do
enemies wanna violate ya
b-tches wanna eavesdrop
my mansion is a morgue i just let the d-mn deceased rot
heat c-ck got you b-tches flying like a geese flock
matter of fact you p-ss-es rolled up on the obg’ doc
full pack laughing crazy letting my f-cking teeth rot
hit you in the head with a brick then hit the stupid -ss f-cking weed shop
daha doha doha hee haw
k2 cowboy k!ll ya when i see ya
boy i’m bout to throw a
bombay po’ up
knife tip (?) tear your b-tches throat up

[verse 2: grim b]
find me in norway chilling in the forest
posted up in the shed f-cking something gorgeous
fill em up with dirt
throw em with the corpses
head back to the fortress
all my tools cordless
drilling
drilling
all my victims willing
they tell me that is thrilling so you better start digging
cause theres bodies to the ceiling and theres bodies in the bas-m-nt
never take the mask off underneath i’m faceless
tell me when the b-ss h-ts
show me where the face splits
remove all the skin so i can make a louis bag b-tch
haters wanna act like i’m something that i’m not
i’ve been alive so long if i wait i’d see em rot
tie that rope
round the neck
pull it hard
hear em’ pop
i’m the dead man on the block
bloodstains on my crocs
let em’ all talk…let me see your glock
i’ll even stand still while you try to take the shot
b-tch

- rozz dyliams

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