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you will eat the flesh of your own sons and daughters - doc gruesome lyrics

[chorus: doc gruesome]
flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
reaper of death, tell me what’s really good?
i’ve been sentenced and left in the fire to cook
the devil been blessed so i curse anyone that ain’t
flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
reaper of death, tell me what’s really good?
i’ve been sentenced and left in the fire to cook
the devil been blessed so i curse anyone that ain’t

[verse 1: doc gruesome]
keep my pistol packed if you known to f*ckin’ act up
never had no past, b*tch, so put your f*ckin’ hands up
death to all my enemies and anybody with ’em
i be shakin’ like an epileptic to the f*ckin’ rhythm
b*tch, call for an exorcism, someone come and get the kid
i been off my rocker actin’ like a f*ckin’ lunatic
someone call the doctor, it a battle to revive him
’cause there’s a piece of f*ckin’ trauma hidden somewhere deep inside him
i’ma blackout, leave a murder scene like you never seen
posted with a red beam, clip your whole team
she as sick as me, i never make it into heaven
if you’s gettin’ f*cked with a knife on my d*ck like se7en

[chorus: doc gruesome]
it’s that flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
reaper of death, tell me what’s really good?
i’ve been sentenced and left in the fire to cook
the devil been blessed so i curse anyone that ain’t
flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
reaper of death, tell me what’s really good?
i’ve been sentenced and left in the fire to cook
the devil been blessed so i curse anyone that ain’t
[verse 2: doc gruesome]
yeah, you lookin’ jealous, i’m her side dude, uh
and i’ll be lookin’ homicidal, yeah
if you keep lookin’ at me sideways
i’ll uppercut your f*ckin’ face off like i’m ryu
street fight a motherf*cker, stomp on they throat
i’m a beast, lil motherf*cker, you must not know
i’ma teach lil p*ssies how the f*ck this sh*t go
call police, lil b*tch, hope they pick you off the floor
i’m a no*town rider, got the city on my back
i’ma k!ll for my people, never look for get backs
post up in the back ’til i go postal and snap
i’m just a ghost in the sh*ll but i’m more comfortable than trapped

- doc gruesome lyrics

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