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All these people speaking lies (Oh i dont think they know me) The perfect host to parasite (Seeking out you solely) Steal your flesh and eat your eyes (well that should shut you up you better) Back up off me bitches, I'm busy plotting while proving you're Dead wrong (dead wrong) Fuck what you think You're dead wrong (dead wrong) I'll cute you up, safe to say You're dead wrong (dead wrong) Don't speak my name, left in vain I have to hack off your face, I often mop up remains Come kick the bucket You speak, I'm believing nothing You can quit with the fiction fables spun by me like i owe you something Bitch I do not take shit like this lightly, let the severed trumpet sound I've summoned serpents set to scale the depths of hell to drag you down Hung from hooks, oppressed and bound, I'll bleed them out through open necks I'm up next to bless the crown, hence you peasants disrespect Come flex up in my proven grounda, I'll pop that shit, expose a pussy Gotta pin you in this shit, up on the list of people I would love to kill Stick every last one of them 6 beneath em I've got some holes to fill, I'll scatter the bones but I must keep the meat You think I won't? I will You'll get pissed on, peed on, i did it cuz of your death now fuck you Gonna plead your case, imma cut you off (why?) Letras de cancionesI don't wanna hear another peep about your hoaxes Your spoken pass is revoked If you don't get those, you could R.I.P., your D.O.A. tagging toes Set em up in body bags and label them a liar To show the coroner what the C.O.D. is Gotta let em know when a motherfuckers dead wrong All these people speaking lies (Oh i dont think they know me) The perfect host to parasite (Seeking out you solely) Steal your flesh and eat your eyes (well that should shut you up you better) Back up off me bitches, I'm busy plotting while proving you're Dead wrong (dead wrong) Fuck what you think You're dead wrong (dead wrong) I'll cute you up, safe to say You're dead wrong (dead wrong) Don't speak my name, left in vain I have to hack off your face, I often mop up remains Come kick the bucket I'm limping off of my rocker, no shocker, i gotta call the shots Talk all you want mofuckers, you could throw that salt while you watch me rock A psycho hot, once I spot em, I'm stomping em out, outlined in chalk Tick-tick-tock all around the clock, they all live in fear until they hear that (knock knock knock) Got it all on lock I do Many road blocks I've cut right through Many have tried to stop my moves but inertia proved too much for fools (you knew) Equipped with the fishing tools so you thinking you can bend and break the rules Sir Issac Newton would not approve Not a goddamn thing redeemed from school All these lies ignite the fuel, a spark of flame dethrone the tyrants (yes) And a master plans been crafted, standing upon shoulders of giants But the weak and feeble failed, I'll slaughter the beast, eat upon the pyres Liars thrown in with the lions Better make peace with the hoax you're complying I'm sick of all you motherfuckers, fed up all about it If you wanna come and get it, what's a mob to a king Not pity for a coward, little pussy get devoured Now you're about to feel the wrath of a god-like being End of the road, no turning back No stepping to Malice, dead by dawn Turn em into carrion, bones I'll bury em Think I'm a boring Machiavellian, you're dead, dead wrong All these people speaking lies (Oh i dont think they know me) The perfect host to parasite (Seeking out you solely) Steal your flesh and eat your eyes (well that should shut you up you better) Back up off me bitches, I'm busy plotting while proving you're Dead wrong (dead wrong) Fuck what you think You're dead wrong (dead wrong) I'll cute you up, safe to say You're dead wrong (dead wrong) Don't speak my name, left in vain I have to hack off your face, I often mop up remains Come kick the bucket Come kick the bucket (x4) From Letras Mania