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curb$txmp - deadshopboy$ lyrics

{intro}
teddy

[verse 1: teddy luger]
if you’re a pedo get the f-ck away
i’ll stab straight through you with my blade
you sympathise i’ll criticise
with a stomp to your f-ckin face
bite the curb, i’ll shoot you dead
either way my hunger’s fed
only thing you’ll eat is lead
when laying on your death bed
prison ain’t an option now
you’re too f-cked up to walk this town
you better watch your f-ckin back
last thing you hear- your skull crac
-king, teddy, i rise above you
and your pretty looks and pretty style can’t ever hide the truth
cause we all really know that you were always a c-nt
but now the truth’s out your brains will be the vultures lunch
my last names luger but i’d rather use my blade
forged from hatred and created by the devil’s f-ckin slaves
don’t really mind not getting paid
i’ll make sure that your head is caved
i’ll take my time, commit the crime
make sure your path to h-ll is paved
chuck you in that f-ckin grave
me and johnny f-ckin blazed
smoking on that f-ckin haze
this is god now f-ckin pray

[voicemail sample]
yo, teddy, it’s ga$h, wake up man
ya lazy f-ck

[verse 2: johnny ga$h]
say a couple words and it’s t–th upon the curb
and the last thing you’ll hear is a sickening reverb
where your spine separated from the base of your skull, trust me man i’m on that fiddler cull
pedo to the max and you’re still getting g-ssed and you think you’re mad but you’re a f-cking fake, f-cking with the boys ain’t a gamble to chance because we always win and your lives at stake
like mince meat
you’ll find yourself strapped to a metal seat
with a hole cut below you so your b-ll-cks run riot
so we can rip and tear with these rusty old pliers
when it’s all said and done we’ll chop you into bits and teddy will go and dispose of the rest
while i pop to kitchen, grab out the spices, cook up a dish and feast on your flesh
cause just like me you’re just another mammal with a f-cked up face getting mad like hannibal
no need to hide it i’m proud of the fact that i’m a nasty, dirty, filthy cannibal (aye)
now this is the warning, weather it’s night or morning, you better stay inside, lock up your doors and pray to god that we don’t come calling
because on that day you’ll meet your demise, fueled by hate and a tad despise with the urge to send your soul to the skies and as long as you’re dodging us you’ll stay alive

- deadshopboy lyrics

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