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fuckin' with snuff - claas lyrics

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[verse 1: claas]
yeah!
squad up in this b*tch no more playing games (yeah!)
lsp is in the building and we’re making slaves (yeah!)
yeah, f*ck the fame, put ’em in a f*cking grave
leave they body mangled to a point that you forget their name (haha)
clizzle been insane, head in a vice
sh*t i’m nice with the mic but i murder with a knife b*tch (yeah!)
high tier tends to bring about tears
underground, yeah, everybody floats down here
pennywise as i clown on you dumb f*cks
saw and axe in my hands (i’m finna dumbf*ck!)
got ’em hangin’ with bells on, nails gone, face ripped off, ripped guts, this is h*ll, son!
and i am the f*ckin’ devil, got to go give ’em that h*llish metal sh*t, i’m a rebel
so show respect when we come through
buried down a hundred f*ckin’ feet and still above you
(yeah!)

[chorus: claas]
got love for anybody supportin’ us
death sh*t, we’re f*ckin’ violent and torturous
k!lling this industry ‘cuz we’re murderers
cult sh*t to anyone that ain’t heard of us
so if you’re f*ckin’ with the snuff
go ahead and put the middles up
and say “lsp!, lsp!, lsp!, lsp!”
[verse 2: smallz one]
lsp like a brick to the face
if you don’t throw the middles up, i got a d*ck you could taste
never underestimate the power of the snuff squad
you gon’ end up in a homeless site that hasn’t f*cked off!
family is marchin’ then it’s murder in any form
been contemplatin’ homicide before you were born
evil’s physical form, a bunch of angels with h*rns
k!lling in the underground is what the f*ck we all swore

[verse 3: damien quinn]
afraid of f*ckin’ with the snuff
got a sl*t tied up in my trunk ready to f*ck
busted taillight so we gotta watch for pigs
but i trip with triple m*f*d taught me the bigs
got these kids fiendin’ for the circle saw and axe
it’s like crack when we slap rap on tracks with an axe
swingin’ through yo ribcage, disgusting like mid*grades
r.i.p, geno cultsh*t, check your kool aid

[chorus: claas]
got love for anybody supportin’ us
death sh*t, we’re f*ckin’ violent and torturous
k!lling this industry ‘cuz we’re murderers
cult sh*t to anyone that ain’t heard of us
so if you’re f*ckin’ with the snuff
go ahead and put the middles up
and say “lsp!, lsp!, lsp!, lsp!”
[verse 4: tha roka]
born in a ditch, i’m the son of a witch
you son of a b*tch, i’ll snuff you, guzzle a fifth
swing a lightsaber, snitch, then i’ll cut you to bits
i rep the dark side of the force, revenge of the sith
i leave a smell in the air that’s unpleasantly sick
cuz i love to pack a body like i’m wrappin’ a gift
but my *rs*nal’s equipped to slaughter poets that spit
cuz i’ll be shining in this murderous fl!ck like jack nich

[verse 5: sin rip]
screams in the middle of the night
got a n*gga excited man
take a trip to my world can you absorb the pain?
dealing with demons, they want me to call upon a legion
they feed defeaters and leave the weak on they knees they pleadin’
it’s only right that we join the circle saw and axe
you just mad cause your girl jumped in the van
to get snuffed, take a picture, send it to her man
she’ll text you later dawg she too busy throwin’ them l’s up

[verse 6: hex rated]
yeah!
hex rated and claas, this is snuff sh*t
b*tch get f*cked with barbed wire bats
in the ass then a musket blast on you f*ckwits stabbed through the track with a saw and a axe (uhh!)
i am morbid sicker than a orphan kid
run up in the orphanage and post*term abort some kids
put your l’s up or get stuffed up inside of the van
we’re live*streaming your throat cut (snuff it!)
[chorus: claas]
got love for anybody supportin’ us
death sh*t, we’re f*ckin’ violent and torturous
k!lling this industry ‘cuz we’re murderers
cult sh*t to anyone that ain’t heard of us
so if you’re f*ckin’ with the snuff
go ahead and put the middles up
and say “lsp!, lsp!, lsp!, lsp!”

[verse 7: insane poetry]
yeah!
follow me on a cold winter’s night
you’ll get a first person view of someone frozen in ice
buried beneath my house in a custom made crawlsp*ce
after i drug and f*ck ’em, this is y’all’s fate
open your mouth with a mac, you may see your jaws break
gut ’em like a pig upside down ’til their arms shake violently
back and forth, this is how i murder rappers
leave they ass on meat hooks, you can see the murder captured
on any social network, i release my dark half
yeah, you know you heard the chapters team snuff
birds of rapture swoop down viciously
the industry deserve disaster
put their bodies on sticks, we like to burn ’em after
evil drips through my words you heard he murked the pastor
lyric leviathan i am, and on the urge to hack ya
(k!ll a body if i come and spit these verses at your words on that insane yoda i am the murder master)

[chorus: claas]
got love for anybody supportin’ us
death sh*t, we’re f*ckin’ violent and torturous
k!lling this industry ‘cuz we’re murderers
cult sh*t to anyone that ain’t heard of us
so if you’re f*ckin’ with the snuff
go ahead and put the middles up
and say “lsp!, lsp!, lsp!, lsp!”

[verse 8: scum]
fingers look so pretty ’til we stuck ’em in the grinder
nothing about her is pretty anymore when i pull her spine out
first i snuck up from behind her, gag her bl**dy, get her snuffed
in the van with the painted windows like so many that got snuffed (huh!)
better get her to the bas*m*nt where we’ll let her get a m*th*f*ckin’ scream
all while we burn a baseball bat
her t**th in turn will make her learn what real torture’s all about
gotta give her something to shout and bump the beat so f*cking loud
not allowed to die before we mutilate her body
knowing that we did accommodate the ones that paid so they can watch
making money sorry honey though your cry is kinda funny
how you beg unless the sicko plans to drain your bl**dy crotch
how a motherf*cker sicker than the average
like a savage gets to ravage all of them all sorts of rough
gettin’ paper as we rape her
death is here, she can’t escape but make her holler for a dollar when you’re f*ckin’ with the snuff

[chorus: claas]
got love for anybody supportin’ us
death sh*t, we’re f*ckin’ violent and torturous
k!lling this industry ‘cuz we’re murderers
cult sh*t to anyone that ain’t heard of us
so if you’re f*ckin’ with the snuff
go ahead and put the middles up
and say “lsp!, lsp!, lsp!, lsp!”

- claas lyrics

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