[Intro]
Doomshop, mothafucka'
Yeah, motherfucker
Go, go
Scarecrow, I get so c-c-crazy off the bud sac
Scarecrow, I get so c-c-crazy off the bud sac
[Chorus]
I—I—I—I—I—I—I—I be like a ghost wear my flaws on like a robe
Gogo with her chains, got my chainsaw on a rope
Swingin' then it goes, slicin' heads and slicin' throats
Flow just like a saw wave, baby, I'm a natural, natural
I—I—I—I—I—I—I—I be like a ghost wear my flaws on like a robe
Gogo with her chains, got my chainsaw on a rope
Swingin' then it goes, slicin' heads and slicin' throats
Flow just like a saw wave, baby, I'm a natural, natural
[Verse]
Swing it like a whip, slice you in a flick
Swing it 'til it rips, swing it 'til it rips, swing it 'til it rips
Shit, I got all bloody
Sangue on my shirt, they may see me hit a birdie
Pu-pu-put you in the dirt
You may call me Mister Blurry
Pa-paint you with a .30
D-d-dirty rеd coat with three holes on it
Swing it 'til it rips
Shit, I got all bloody
Sangue on my shirt, they may see mе hit a birdie
Pu-pu-put you in the dirt
You may call me Mister Blurry
Pa-paint you with a .30
D-d-dirty red coat with three holes on it
Doomshop, mothafucka'
Yeah, motherfucker
Go, go
Scarecrow, I get so c-c-crazy off the bud sac
Scarecrow, I get so c-c-crazy off the bud sac
[Chorus]
I—I—I—I—I—I—I—I be like a ghost wear my flaws on like a robe
Gogo with her chains, got my chainsaw on a rope
Swingin' then it goes, slicin' heads and slicin' throats
Flow just like a saw wave, baby, I'm a natural, natural
I—I—I—I—I—I—I—I be like a ghost wear my flaws on like a robe
Gogo with her chains, got my chainsaw on a rope
Swingin' then it goes, slicin' heads and slicin' throats
Flow just like a saw wave, baby, I'm a natural, natural
[Verse]
Swing it like a whip, slice you in a flick
Swing it 'til it rips, swing it 'til it rips, swing it 'til it rips
Shit, I got all bloody
Sangue on my shirt, they may see me hit a birdie
Pu-pu-put you in the dirt
You may call me Mister Blurry
Pa-paint you with a .30
D-d-dirty rеd coat with three holes on it
Swing it 'til it rips
Shit, I got all bloody
Sangue on my shirt, they may see mе hit a birdie
Pu-pu-put you in the dirt
You may call me Mister Blurry
Pa-paint you with a .30
D-d-dirty red coat with three holes on it
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