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lirik lagu bomshot - thuggin

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[bomshot]
lock your coffin tops i’ll have bodies to up top
i got a job as a coroner, so i could eat the body parts
skin your ass alive, i hate you f~ckin’ f~ggots
bury you in the dirt and you’ll be food for the maggots
eatin’ dead body and drain the f~ckin’ blood from them
give me a thousand coffins and i’ll fill every one of them
drain your life supply until you’re dead and feeble
i’ll be doing blood work without f~ckin’ needle
unlicensed gun owner, bring your b~tch and i’ma bone her
come to my hood as a loner, we gon’ turn you into a organ donor
i’m not new to this, just watch me when i do this sh~t
when i shoot to give, i’ll have you reaching for your crucifix
you ain’t half as nice, i’ma make thе sacrifice
come and ask the christ and i’ll show you to your aftеrlife
a christian lady asked me what i did? i k!lled her kids
they would’ve k!lled my kids if i let them live

[hook] bomshot
yo, me an my crew we be thuggin’ it up
rough, rugged, and rough
you ain’t f~ckin’ wit’ us
yo, me an my clique we be thuggin’ it up
rough, rugged, and rough
you ain’t f~ckin’ wit’ us
yo, me an my team we be thuggin’ it up
rough, rugged, and rough
you ain’t f~ckin’ wit’ us
yo, me an my crew we be thuggin’ it up
rough, rugged, and rough
you ain’t f~ckin’ wit’ us
[bomshot]
the headhunter, collecting skulls on the mantle
centipedes crawl out of your eyes while i light the f~ckin’ candle
pass the ammo, i’m fatigued up in camo
shoot a flaming arrow through your chest just like rambo
showed up at your funeral just to throw confetti
cut your stomach open, turn your guts into spaghettis’
snorting lines of your cremated corpse off to your tombs
if i wanna smoke a joint i’ma use of your bones
i’ma tort your area, soul pass the torch already
in the mortuary where your corpse is buried
burn your filthy religion like witches up in salem
nail your coffin shut and with a stake then i’ll impale them
stick you in the ground and cover your skin with beetles
you don’t wanna feel the pain
i’ll give your brain pins and needles
put the torch up to your face right before i melt it
i spit the type of fire on mics that keeps h~ll in

[hook] bomshot

[konflikk]
olympic stories i bring tales of gore
my nightmares have demons in holy war
bring forth the essence of a maniac
stab you simultaneously in the neck, face and back
homicidal, i am my own ride
i only make music so i can have some thing to die to
i don’t like you, i think it’s how you breathe
if you consume my air, i must k!ll your seed
a mallet to your knees, or bring you down to size
you’re a f~ckin’ pincushions stick needles in you
when you die it’ll be my sigh of relief
i’ma f~ckin’ scavenger, pull out all your t~~th
believe, i’m the evilest entity
to escape h~ll breathing near will make you bleed
satan knows me i’ll return to him when i’m finished
after i k!ll you n~ggas, then the women and children
[hook] bomshot


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