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embalming fluid - illtrix lyrics

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[chorus: doc gruesome]
how longer now rigor mortis sets in?
when the soul leaves the body, it’s time to begin
only flesh and bone, i embalm the bodies inside of my home
though it seems i can’t win, i feel at home with my victims i picked
only place they are known is in my backyard on a tombstone

[verse 1: lil manyak]
now you on the cold table, i’m the one that pulled a blade and made your life fatal
it’s not an accident that you’re here at this crib
cut into your abdomen, rip out some of your ribs
i’m soakin’ them in fluid, the voices darin’ me to do it
demonic possession takes over, just do it
but i ain’t fightin’ it, i love how it feels
but i love more how embalming feels
hug your skin, rejuvenation, i’m willing to k!ll anyone in the nation
i got b*tches from different states who all met the same fate
mama f*ckin’ hated me but i turned out great (turned out great)
i guess i can be the one who gets the last laugh
you picked the wrong one, you dealin’ with a psychopath
but i got all these b*tches around me, now i’m happy
who cares if they dead? they can still call me papi

[chorus: doc gruesome]
how longer now rigor mortis sets in?
when the soul leaves the body, it’s time to begin
only flesh and bone, i embalm the bodies inside of my home
though it seems i can’t win, i feel at home with my victims i picked
only place they are known is in my backyard on a tombstone
[verse 2: doc gruesome]
stand around my house, ass naked, ’bout to pass out (pass out)
inhalin’ fumes, bumpin’ music in the background (background)
little b*tch on my d*ck, i blew her back out (back out)
cerberus be the clique or you crash out
simple b*tch, i keep a clip for every pistol on me (on me)
sometimes i catch a trip when i be feelin’ lonely (feelin’ lonely)
i embalm ’em all ’cause we was never really homies (nah f*ck it)
and this way, i keep ’em with me, stop ’em actin’ funny
playboy bunny for my b*tch now, beam on the clique now, always on my sh*t now, b*tch how?
i don’t think i would make it to twenty*five
so every day that i’m livin’ i’ma make a p*ssy die (p*ssy die, yeah)
throw your sh*t up in the sky, little b*tch
let it ride, little b*tch, really be about your sh*t (ayy)
i be really down to die, little b*tch, got too many on the other side for me to give a sh*t

[chorus: doc gruesome]
how longer now rigor mortis sets in?
when the soul leaves the body, it’s time to begin
only flesh and bone, i embalm the bodies inside of my home
though it seems i can’t win, i feel at home with my victims i picked
only place they are known is in my backyard on a tombstone

[outro: doc gruesome]
how longer now? how longer now? how longer now from the inside out?
how longer now? how longer now? how longer now from the inside out?
how longer now? how longer now? how longer now from the inside out?

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