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i'm going to nut in your urn - bloody ruckus lyrics

[verse 1: bl**dy ruckus]
hey yo, well my body can fit a b*tch ass
homeless, they call me a bag of bones
if i blow your undercover, break your motherf*cking nose
getting a pocket gun from out of my pocket
who the f*ck you think about?
you better be ready for when i pump your body full of holes
i don’t give a f*ck about a b*tch
took her crazy like i don’t know where the f*ck you fit
ain’t no filtered rhythm, brought the inner demon for the order
brought the chaos in the circle of the barrel from a loaded smith
i aim for me, i’m thе dead
if you hit me then comе sever my head
p*ssy ass eyes, i will get back on your carcass
b*tches hate me ‘fore i paint their tombstones that we shared
f*ck a b*tterfly, that motherf*cker like a dummy
take his brain out of his skull, he capping on some bullsh*t
i don’t feel, so go grab my guinness or go grab a noose
some bigger lifer when you’re put up in a pinewood box it gets more like a cigarette

[chorus: bl**dy ruckus]
take out all the human race
stick a pistol up in your f*cking face
break through the walls and the price of the look on your face
clap a p*ssy motherf*cker like i never did before
why won’t you slaughter them all?
welcome my children, we live on your bones
tap in to see the cremation of all of my foes
rip apart your body with the shotty when i let it go
channeling vision and rage
stick a pistol up in your f*cking face
break through the walls and the price of the look on your face
clap a p*ssy motherf*cker like i never did before
reap what you sow you dumb hoe
welcome my children, we live on your bones
tap in to see the cremation of all of my foes
rip apart your body with the shotty when i let it go
[verse 2: bl**dy ruckus]
hi c*nt, did you miss me? you were the cause of my own misery
vent to me crazy, i cannot believe that you’re still alive
hoping my life will delete, f*ck what you mean b*tch
i came from the dirt fully loaded with ammo from within the grave
got a bullet with your f*cking name on it
hope what i know is today is the day that you meet your fate
spit more fugazzi, sit round and wait for the world to witness
the truth from deep inside, take a fit and you’ll bump the carnage of one session
i might*might go savage with sick, wearing pride, right?
yah, blood on my t, nevermind me bagging the bodies of enemies
and they’re quick to intervene, f*cking talking to my feet
cut your tongue right out your f*cking mouth for telling on me
b*tch

- bloody ruckus lyrics

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