
Mori Calliope - 失礼しますが、RIP♡ (Excuse My Rudeness, But Could You Please RIP?) (Romanized) Lyrxo Romanizations
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[Intro]
"Eh-ehm, minna-san
Kyou no tanoshi raibu haishin ni kitekurete
Makoto ni arigatou gozaimasu
Kyou no rappu shitai to omoimasu
Dewa, hajimemashou ka?"
Ahem, fuck it
[Verse 1]
Modern-day killers really must hate fun
More often, people takin' lives rockin' knives and guns
The real murder connoisseurs in the ruins of hell
Got used to luring the audience with moe that sells, 'cause
To my surprise, snatching' lives toriaezu kinshi
Nice try, stoppin' the motherfuckin' Da Vinci
Of human erasure, can't stop the pace, sir
Make sure when "standing off" my rhymes slay first
Jealous haters out there, high-five! I see you
"No one's gonna buy this." Bitch, I believe you!
Cute as all hell, in a literal sense
A bitter pretense
But the views are all tell, no show, dollars and cents
Don't mean nada to the queen of "sayonara"
Scythe and other super radical toys to tear your heart
Apart at the seams, still the killer of your dreams!
Slip your soul into my pocket, then I flee the scene
It’s like that
"Eh-ehm, minna-san
Kyou no tanoshi raibu haishin ni kitekurete
Makoto ni arigatou gozaimasu
Kyou no rappu shitai to omoimasu
Dewa, hajimemashou ka?"
Ahem, fuck it
[Verse 1]
Modern-day killers really must hate fun
More often, people takin' lives rockin' knives and guns
The real murder connoisseurs in the ruins of hell
Got used to luring the audience with moe that sells, 'cause
To my surprise, snatching' lives toriaezu kinshi
Nice try, stoppin' the motherfuckin' Da Vinci
Of human erasure, can't stop the pace, sir
Make sure when "standing off" my rhymes slay first
Jealous haters out there, high-five! I see you
"No one's gonna buy this." Bitch, I believe you!
Cute as all hell, in a literal sense
A bitter pretense
But the views are all tell, no show, dollars and cents
Don't mean nada to the queen of "sayonara"
Scythe and other super radical toys to tear your heart
Apart at the seams, still the killer of your dreams!
Slip your soul into my pocket, then I flee the scene
It’s like that
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