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BLASTOUT [MILF] rejectedreyna
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[Verse 1]
How many times do I have to fucking tell you whore?
Close the door before I get to slicing throat for sure
It's a urgency, closest in a 10 foot range
I get my fucking knife out, get to ripping out ya' brain
Lamb mask on and boots strapped hella tight
Before my blade hits, how you feelin' tonight?
You're just my victim but I know you got a story
Might as well fuckin' tell me 'fore you're dropped three stories
And ya' body wrapped out, in a white fucking body bag
Blood leakin' out when I'm slicing with a laughin' track
Got a shovel and I'll beat cross ya' fuckin' head
'til ya' eyes poppin' out, now you lookin' like the walkin' dead
Hello Glen, tell me how you're feeling
Beat ya' fuckin' brain to mush, the ending of ya' season
[Verse 2]
I talk to myself cause I'm the only one who understands
Take the population, end it all, do it hand by hand
When the police drive by, I might just fuckin' pop off
Got a body in the back, and ya' head gettin' knocked off
Two bodies, I caught two bodies
Caught me on the Dashcam, it's just my hobby
You could put me in cuffs or let me kill
Depopulation, it's just for thrill
How many times do I have to fucking tell you whore?
Close the door before I get to slicing throat for sure
It's a urgency, closest in a 10 foot range
I get my fucking knife out, get to ripping out ya' brain
Lamb mask on and boots strapped hella tight
Before my blade hits, how you feelin' tonight?
You're just my victim but I know you got a story
Might as well fuckin' tell me 'fore you're dropped three stories
And ya' body wrapped out, in a white fucking body bag
Blood leakin' out when I'm slicing with a laughin' track
Got a shovel and I'll beat cross ya' fuckin' head
'til ya' eyes poppin' out, now you lookin' like the walkin' dead
Hello Glen, tell me how you're feeling
Beat ya' fuckin' brain to mush, the ending of ya' season
[Verse 2]
I talk to myself cause I'm the only one who understands
Take the population, end it all, do it hand by hand
When the police drive by, I might just fuckin' pop off
Got a body in the back, and ya' head gettin' knocked off
Two bodies, I caught two bodies
Caught me on the Dashcam, it's just my hobby
You could put me in cuffs or let me kill
Depopulation, it's just for thrill
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