Dead Bodies

What's happenin
Choppin up bodies I'm out in the sticks
Aye y'all don't even know how demented I am
Shit I'll murder your whole fucking family if I have to with my fucking bare hands homie

Choppin up bodies I'm out in the sticks
Reopen scars and I don't give a shit
Gothic lil thotties with blood on they tits
If they step out of line I throw them in abyss

Dead dead dead dead
Bodies love the bloodshed
Dead dead dead dead
Bodies under my shed

Mentally unstable I'll kill everyone around
Throw me in asylum and I'll burn it to the ground

Mutilate bodies I'm sellin my soul
I just got blood and yo flesh in a bowl
Shawty wan fuck she said step on her throat
So I came on her face and got back on the road

Really from the dirty south I came up out the mud
Find me in abandoned houses I'm just having fun
Revvin up the chainsaw we ain't sellin drugs
Imma cut you into pieces shorty I don't need a gun

Die
Die
Die
Die

Muthafuck the fame
I feel so deranged
Clinically insane
Put a bullet in my brain

Choppin up bodies I'm out in the sticks
Reopen scars and I don't give a shit
Gothic lil thotties with blood on they tits
If they step out of line I throw them in abyss

Dead dead dead dead
Bodies love the bloodshed
Dead dead dead dead
Bodies under my shed

I ain't drinkin lean I got blood inside my glass
I don't do the homicide less it involves the mass

Satanic bible and candles (candles)
I am what you cannot handle (handle)
Droppin a brick in a fanta (fanta)
Hop on a flight to Atlanta (lanta)

Scratches on the walls and some blood up on the floor
Shawty all up on me so I gotta press ignore
Found her naked body with the knife inside her drawer
So I guess she must have killed herself when I called her a whore

Die
Die
Die
Die



Credits
Writer(s): Clayton Daigle
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