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ware-wolff – tgif13 كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: dr. k!llemoff & hook the crooked corpse]
i’m attacking the back of a massacred man
even if he’s already dead with a bunch of lead stuck in his forehead
i love the sight of red in the winter, none of us enter the cellar
without the blood of a wh0re, pouring out a forty ounce of gore
from the corse of f_gatore, venomous or k!lling a c_ck circus with a metaphor
metamorphic contort, you sniffing lines of coke then grabbing a rope and choking
k!llemoff is smoking off the codeine with ware_wolff
i’m f_cking ’em up on friday the thirteenth
murdered, smoke it, choke it
explicit with gidgets and gadgets
hatchets, patio beauty pageant’s
black magic, manic satanic addicts
automatic panic leaving you brain damaged and haggard maggot
offending the raven’s next to the pavement, so save it
check their cadence
suck this master, mace you
pass the mic to david copperfield
didn’t know that there as the blood was spilled when we spit that ill sh_t
cannibal clique sticking icepicks with demonologists
f_ck with this and get your lips stitched and burnt to a crisp

[chorus: dr. k!llemoff & hooked the crooked corpse]
it’s friday the thirteenth
get left underneath the city concrete when you’re stabbed in your sleep
mister c.h.u.d.’z and ware_wolff will creep and bl__dy bodies will leak
was praying on the corpses of the feeble and weak
it’s friday the thirteenth
get left underneath the city concrete when you’re stabbed in your sleep
mister c.h.u.d.’z and ware_wolff will creep and bl__dy bodies will leak
we’re praying on the corpses of the feeble and weak
[verse 3: ware_wolff]
it’s wolff you motherf_ckers, chop a maiden for the legs
got the stains from the bled and feeding off of the dead
i’m not just f_cking the head, it’s just the way i was bred
i’m stabbing through your f_cking torso ’til you’re father d_ck red
do you seriously think that you’ll stop me? insanity ride 8_1_3
wanna see you flea, scream like banshees ’til you can’t breathe c.o.p.d
it’s friday the thirteenth and i’m k!lling b_tches like i’m jason
insane with flames embraced, we leave ’em dead with no tracing
fatality rather see de_criminality
fatality in my psycho personality
saw the houses in this b_tch and may never stop the brutality
i came here to rest and have thoughts so molest it
i’ll soak it, invest it with b_tch who are invested
and still a bit afterwards, b_tch i guess you better contest it
taking b_tches from the graves and toss ’em down into a cellar
f_cking the dirty sn_tches, they call me the p_ssy sweller
exorcisms, f_ck, his head is spinning like a propeller
ware_wolff and cannibalistic humanoid underground dwellerz

- ware wolff

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