HUSH HUSH HAUNTGAT
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[Intro]
Hear the fuckin'—, hear the fuckin'—
Hear the fuckin'—, hear the fuckin' bell ringin'—
Run that shit the fuck back
Hear the fuckin' bell ringin', buddy, better step in line
I'm the fuckin dark plague shriveled up inside your mind
You ain't nothin' but a host, all your functions mine
You ain't nothin' but a corpse danglin' from twine
T-t-time to die
[Chorus]
Hush, hush, b-b-better keep it fuckin' quiet
When I rush-rush, yeah, yeah, we finna start a riot
When I crush-crush all your fuckin' bones, chop it up and fry it
Hush, hush
H-hush, hush
Hush, hush
[Verse 1]
Hear the fuckin' bell ringin', buddy, better step in line
I'm the fuckin dark plague shriveled up inside your mind
You ain't nothin' but a host, all your functions mine
You ain't nothin' but a corpse danglin' from twine
Pound down, collect all your organs, I'm a hoarder
Shut up, all I hear is screamin' from the torture
Chop-chop, now your buddy made into an order
Flop-flop, all your songs are garbage, overflower
Hear the fuckin'—, hear the fuckin'—
Hear the fuckin'—, hear the fuckin' bell ringin'—
Run that shit the fuck back
Hear the fuckin' bell ringin', buddy, better step in line
I'm the fuckin dark plague shriveled up inside your mind
You ain't nothin' but a host, all your functions mine
You ain't nothin' but a corpse danglin' from twine
T-t-time to die
[Chorus]
Hush, hush, b-b-better keep it fuckin' quiet
When I rush-rush, yeah, yeah, we finna start a riot
When I crush-crush all your fuckin' bones, chop it up and fry it
Hush, hush
H-hush, hush
Hush, hush
[Verse 1]
Hear the fuckin' bell ringin', buddy, better step in line
I'm the fuckin dark plague shriveled up inside your mind
You ain't nothin' but a host, all your functions mine
You ain't nothin' but a corpse danglin' from twine
Pound down, collect all your organs, I'm a hoarder
Shut up, all I hear is screamin' from the torture
Chop-chop, now your buddy made into an order
Flop-flop, all your songs are garbage, overflower
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