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xyrn - recidivist كلمات الأغنية

[intro: xyrn]
you murdered your own son?
yes i did.
i got a nine to the back of her head
blood stains all over the bed
rip your f_ckin’ scalp off and i keep it as my trophy
when it comes to body counts, b_tch, i’m f_ckin’ wealthy
night raid on your house now, and i keep it stealthy

[verse 1: nihilist]
left the tools inside my house, i’ll snap her neck with my bare hands
pull the f_ck up, b_tch, i dare you, i just made friends with the taliban
hang you off the f_ckin’ ground, i love hearing the sound of you gag
i’m a f_ckin’ animal, i’ll rip your flesh off, get it bagged
point my glock between your eyes, you beg for mercy, but i don’t f_cking care
i love hearing b_tchеs cry, i get off to that sh_t when they’rе scared
i’m covered up in blood, i just shot a b_tch, her brains are everywhere
break into the morgue at night, i’mma f_ck a corpse while pullin’ her hair
i got bodies stacked up, they’re rotting in my f_ckin’ shed
stupid b_tch, quit f_ckin’ running, you know that you gon’ be next
i got bodies stacked up they’re rotting in my f_ckin’ shed
stupid b_tch, quit f_ckin’ running, you know that you gon’ be next

[bridge 1: nihilist]
stab, stab, stab, stab, just let it happen
stab, stab, stab, stab, just let it happen
stab, stab, stab, stab, just let it happen
stab, stab, stab, stab, just let it happen
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, i feel nothing
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, i feel nothing
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, i feel nothing
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, i feel nothing
[interlude 1]
yes.
that’s gruesome, joe, that’s horrible.
yes, it is.
and you don’t blame me if i say i hope you never get outta this place?
i hope i never do either.

[verse 2: xyrn]
i got a .9 to the back of her head
blood stains all over the bed
rip your f_ckin’ scalp off and i keep it as my trophy
when it comes to body counts, b_tch, i’m f_ckin’ wealthy
night raid on your house now, and i keep it stealthy
b_tch, i’m in the trenches on the c6a1, i’mma turn you into cat food
and i p_ss all on your corpses ’cause i’m in a bad mood
sawin’ off his limbs and i hang them up as decorations
slitting all your nerves, you can’t feel any sensations
b_tch, i dodge the murder case, i’m on the run now
k!llin’ all the witnesses, it’s h_lla fun, yuh
pistol in her mouth, she crying while she takes it
f_ck around ‘n’ find out, you get hit

[bridge 2: xyrn]
i’m so f_cked up, i can’t be here anymore
i’m so f_cked up, can’t stop k!llin’, i want more
i’m so f_cked up, i can’t be here anymore
i’m so f_cked up, can’t stop k!llin’, i want more
i got a nine to the back of her head
[interlude 2]
you murdered your own son?
yes, i did.

[refrain: xyrn]
i got a .9 to the back of her head
blood stains all over the bed
rip your f_ckin’ scalp off and i keep it as my trophy
when it comes to body counts, b_tch, i’m f_ckin’ wealthy
night raid on your house now, and i keep it stealthy

- xyrn

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