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buckets of throw up - dieabolik the monster lyrics

[intro]
here’s johnny!

[chorus: dieabolik the monster]
buckets of throw up are next to my computer!
buckets of throw up are next to my computer!
buckets of throw up are next to my computer!
buckets of throw up are next to my computer!
buckets of throw up are next to my computer!
buckets of throw up are next to my computer!
buckets of throw up are next to my computer!
you make the devil sick, i’m sure you have to leave

[verse 1: dieabolik the monster]
buckets of throw up are next to my computer now
k!lling sh*t for weeks, i’m scr*ping blood off my finger nails
mastеr at my f*ckin’ craft, cut a b*tch’s panty line
b*tches call me antichrist, b*tch i’m mr. antichrist
big machеte sh*t’s taller than smallz one
the gun is black and metal so i named it witch’s cauldron
flip the switch, pull the trigger, death to a hater
you will see half a head like tim the tool man’s neighbor
i’m a k!ller, b*tch, i meant to do it
throwin’ up hot lava, i’m a bronco in a bullpen
i’m ready for the feast, eatin’ rappers, i’m a beast
i’m a sword up out the sheath, slaughterhouse to all these sheep
b*tch, your bars are all that’s cheap
i’m a god to all these creeps, peel your skin off by the feet
call me keto with the lean, getting blood like mosquitoes and i store it for the week
then i drink it ’til my stomach gets weak
[chorus: dieabolik the monster]
buckets of throw up are next to my computer!
buckets of throw up are next to my computer!
buckets of throw up are next to my computer!
buckets of throw up are next to my computer!
buckets of throw up are next to my computer!
buckets of throw up are next to my computer!
buckets of throw up are next to my computer!
you make the devil sick, i’m sure you have to leave

[verse 2: dieabolik the monster]
yo! fill a couple buckets up, smell is like an uppercut
miss ’em when i vomit on the carpet, there’s a couple chunks
tongues are green inferno so i let the bugs eat up the stuff
momma see me drink it and she said “nate, what the f*ck is up?”
pro k!ller man, i can’t stand an amateur
i’m the type to puke blood on my f*ckin’ manager
goddammit man. all over my catacombs gear like that. blood all over me. what the f*ck am i supposed to do?
rotting bodies, couple of ’em rigor mortis
drillin’ holes in their temple with the cordless
real evil, b*tch, i should have been deported
off the rails, i’m doing rails down in portsmouth

[outro: dieabolik the monster]
f*ck the world, i’m goin’ out as its shooter
buckets of throw up are next to my computer!
f*ck the world, i’m goin’ out as its shooter
buckets of throw up are next to my computer!

- dieabolik the monster lyrics

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