Don't Cheat on a Serial Killer
My boy's lil' lips were met by a girls'
I really wished for them to go hell
I beat them up so bad I went to jail
I said I've had enough, my revenge gon' be tough
No second chance, better search for defense
I pulled the knife was the middle of the night
I cut them both, my hands were sore
A bit of dust, a bit of blood
'At least I'm okay' I said and I got up
The pain was gone
The cops wouldn't know
No evidence or proof of what I did or do
If you're not careful I'll do the same to you
Don't cheat on a serial killer
Can you feel the thriller?
Don't cheat on a serial killer
Your guts I'll rip drinkin' a shot of tequila
I hear some steps, I bite my lips
I hide in the closet, forgot to disguise it!
Whoever comes in, will find my scene
Oh shit, a scream! It's time to kill
Bitch won't live for tomorrow, greet death and sorrow
Don't cheat on a serial killer
Can you feel the thriller?
Don't cheat on a serial killer
Your guts I'll rip drinkin' a shot of tequila
Well, this is the story of my murder and glory
If you cheat on me, worry, you won't make it sayin' sorry
Fuck your apology, I'll fuck your dad audibly
And then I'll kill him too
And bury him next to you
I really wished for them to go hell
I beat them up so bad I went to jail
I said I've had enough, my revenge gon' be tough
No second chance, better search for defense
I pulled the knife was the middle of the night
I cut them both, my hands were sore
A bit of dust, a bit of blood
'At least I'm okay' I said and I got up
The pain was gone
The cops wouldn't know
No evidence or proof of what I did or do
If you're not careful I'll do the same to you
Don't cheat on a serial killer
Can you feel the thriller?
Don't cheat on a serial killer
Your guts I'll rip drinkin' a shot of tequila
I hear some steps, I bite my lips
I hide in the closet, forgot to disguise it!
Whoever comes in, will find my scene
Oh shit, a scream! It's time to kill
Bitch won't live for tomorrow, greet death and sorrow
Don't cheat on a serial killer
Can you feel the thriller?
Don't cheat on a serial killer
Your guts I'll rip drinkin' a shot of tequila
Well, this is the story of my murder and glory
If you cheat on me, worry, you won't make it sayin' sorry
Fuck your apology, I'll fuck your dad audibly
And then I'll kill him too
And bury him next to you
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