Slaughter Swamp

Who let me out
Its the wulf on the prowl
You know nothing bout me, just the myth in yo town
Its the bird box in this bitch, don't look at me better look down
Think they tough, look up
I make sure that they kill them self now
Look at this blood
Thick like mud
Let a bitch run
Cuz I think its fun
She so dumb
Didn't run
She's stumbling fumbling right into my fucking rug
That fits nicely into my trunk
Wonder why they think I'm done
I'm not done until Iv won
Bodies floating in slaughter swamp

Wanna know just where I be
Could be in the trees or in the leaves
Or somewhere minus 20 degrees
You beg me please, might let you leave



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Writer(s): Isaiah Gibson
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