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In the meantime, come with me on a very scary journey
ARP inside my jeans, I'm ready to let that pistol talk
Creepin' with them hollow, follow you I'll tear your chest apart
Chokin' on his blood I watch him struggle then the tremor start
Tried to come for me and mine, I slowly took his brain apart
Every single thing I said, I meant it, that's the bestest part
Hearty rotting, brain is shutting off and then the rest apart
Pistol carved, pull up clean, razor sting like Listerine
In your mouth, I rip it out like words you nеver said to me
Animate his body, stop motion, hе made of plasticine
Heard the shit you drop, had to pop out and bless the fuckin' scene
Suspended in time I never age 'cause I don't got to breathe
Chain him up like he got signed and now your ass can never leave
Rotting in my cellar, who fresher, bitch you could never be
'Fore I ever lose to you, bitch, peel my skin and bury me
Pour a thousand pounds of salt up on me, leave, and let me be
Let me burn, tables turning, guess whose turn to fuckin' eat
B-O-N-E-S, Mr. Death with zero flesh
Tried to put his hands on me, and now they crossed up on his chest
B-O-N-E-S, Mr. Death with zero flesh
Tried to put his hands on me
And now they crossed up on his chest, bitch
Cadaver
What?
Bring it to the door, blow your fuckin' shit back, pussy
Pour another cup
Roll another
Let that bitch go
Cadaver
In the meantime, come with me on a very scary journey
ARP inside my jeans, I'm ready to let that pistol talk
Creepin' with them hollow, follow you I'll tear your chest apart
Chokin' on his blood I watch him struggle then the tremor start
Tried to come for me and mine, I slowly took his brain apart
Every single thing I said, I meant it, that's the bestest part
Hearty rotting, brain is shutting off and then the rest apart
Pistol carved, pull up clean, razor sting like Listerine
In your mouth, I rip it out like words you nеver said to me
Animate his body, stop motion, hе made of plasticine
Heard the shit you drop, had to pop out and bless the fuckin' scene
Suspended in time I never age 'cause I don't got to breathe
Chain him up like he got signed and now your ass can never leave
Rotting in my cellar, who fresher, bitch you could never be
'Fore I ever lose to you, bitch, peel my skin and bury me
Pour a thousand pounds of salt up on me, leave, and let me be
Let me burn, tables turning, guess whose turn to fuckin' eat
B-O-N-E-S, Mr. Death with zero flesh
Tried to put his hands on me, and now they crossed up on his chest
B-O-N-E-S, Mr. Death with zero flesh
Tried to put his hands on me
And now they crossed up on his chest, bitch
Cadaver
What?
Bring it to the door, blow your fuckin' shit back, pussy
Pour another cup
Roll another
Let that bitch go
Cadaver
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