BLOODY MESS

Got your girl, gasping for air, my hand around her throat
Make the slit, going deeper, the farther that I go
Got no fucking home, your girl wanna give me dome
So I took her fucking close, then she took off all her clothes
I never finish, I just vanish, please don't panic
It's not tragic, my disciples use their magic just to save it

Pull out the strap, pull out the gat, smoking that pack, blow out her back
Wanna cut me till I'm not intact, leaking blood looking some abstract

Smoking that pack, hit with compact, concert real packed, I staying stacked
Boys getting mad, girl really bad, hair getting dragged, strand by strand



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Writer(s): Caleb Simmons
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