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repeat offender - craig scissorhands lyrics

[intro]
cup full of tar, that b*tch lookin’ like a bruise
k*k*k!llin’ ’em for sport, i got the slugger with the screws
keep them robotabs from all my dogs ’cause we abuse
prayin’ that the purge is real so we can have a good excuse
i can’t tell if my hands sore from your b*tch p*ssy or the blues i’m thumbin’ through
make this dumb ho’ bite the leather, open up and tell her chew
carve your face ’til recognitions goin’ “who the f*ck are you?”
i’m a bully, if you wanna learn, you can be one too
think you got me stuck if i’m locked up in that pen?
b*tch, whеn i get out, i’ma do that sh*t again
i’m a real big fan of blunt force to thе head
i’ll be a shock fiend until i f*ckin’ croak and drop dead
there you are…
you don’t know you’re f*cking with the gory boys

[verse 1]
think you got me stuck if i’m locked up in that pen?
b*tch, when i get out, i’ma do that sh*t again
i’m a real big fan of blunt force to the head
i’ll be a shock fiend until i f*ckin’ croak and drop dead

[chorus]
cup full of tar, that b*tch lookin’ like a bruise
big f*ckin’ shoes and a bat with the screws
keep them robotabs from all my dogs ’cause we abuse
prayin’ that the purge is real so we can have a good excuse
[verse 2]
i*i*i’m a shock fiend, me and all my dogs with it
heavy chain swing, b*tch, i cannot walk with it (gore street)
sew that f*ckin’ mouth, b*tch, do not talk with it
i make the bullpup bark, b*tch, i’m dog*sittin’
zombies in my pocket, baby, yeah, i’m walkin’ with the dead
i can’t go broke, baby, i got stacks of cash from sellin’ legs
bet that trauma to your head will have you walking like a sped
they gon’ let me out the cage like i won’t do that sh*t again

[chorus]
cup full of tar, that b*tch lookin’ like a bruise
k*k*k!llin’ ’em for sport, i got the slugger with the screws
keep them robotabs from all my dogs ’cause we abuse
prayin’ that the purge is real so we can have a good excuse

[verse 3]
i can’t tell if my hands sore from your b*tch p*ssy or the blues i’m thumbin’ through
make this dumb ho’ bite the leather, open up and tell her chew
carve your face ’til recognitions goin’ “who the f*ck are you?”
i’m a bully, if you wanna learn, you can be one too

[refrain]
think you got me stuck if i’m locked up in that pen?
b*tch, when i get out, i’ma do that sh*t again
i’m a real big fan of blunt force to the head
i’ll be a shock fiend until i f*ckin’ croak and drop dead
[chorus]
cup full of tar, that b*tch look like a bruise
big f*ckin’ shoes and a bat with the screws
keep them robotabs from all my dogs ’cause we abuse
prayin’ that the purge is real so we can have a good excuse (g*g*gore street)

[verse 4]
repeat offence, i dont feel regrets
make a pig hop a face, just to soak him with the lead
bought a big bowie knife, i’m tryna poke you with the head
i want violence, baby, i’m a shock fiend until i’m dead
uh, blood money in my bag, but it’s not red
catch me walkin’ crooked, baby, but i’m not dead
keep on talkin’ crazy, put a target on your head

[outro]
how to make a b*tch shut the f*ck up
now, there’s a few ways you can do this
one way is to politely tell her “your mouth is leaking noise”
or, use duct tape
but not one strip
you need to go around the head two to three times

- craig scissorhands lyrics

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