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idle handz - ir8 lyrics

[intro]
bady! bady! bady!

[verse 1: scum]
hands are itching like b*lls, they got cramps, d*mn
feeling dry, craving a red gory mess
as they provoke me, they beg me to stab them
i’m aware of they silent requests, yes
i confess that at times i misread them
and not all of them want to be heard (heard)
still i skin, disembowel, and i bleed them
leave behind body parts in the dirt (dirt)
i don’t want to hurt n0body, i just want to k!ll ’em all
with a motherf*ckin’ sawed*off shotty, standing tall, i watch ’em fall
trigger finger stayin’ busy on the four when i go to war
go and grab then stab an еasy sleazy hoe, then a hammеr blow
from the other hand will be incoming to the side of a hooker’s head
throw my jam up in a socket, eyeball pops right down
it’s real bad enough but just beginning, pinky puncher dealing drugs
to help her deal with all her screaming yet to come at the hands of scum

[chorus: ant dog]
the end is near for the dirt, so i get that
mutilation at its finest with these idle hands
force a blade to they neck, watch the blood squirt
look it up, sick f*ck, on your network
the end is near for the dirt, so i get that
mutilation at its finest with these idle hands
force a blade to they neck, watch the blood squirt
look it up, sick f*ck, on your network
[post*chorus: ir8, ant dog, & ir8, scum, doc gruesome, & ant dog]
idle hands! idle hands!
don’t you try these idle hands!
idle hands! idle hands!
you may die by these idle hands!

[verse 2: ir8]
oh no, i think i did it again, got the blood all over me, a butcher knife in my hand
i f*ck another fiend and when i sever their head
red splatter gonna wind up in the back of my shed
i’m never gonna back down, i need to conjure a plan
to get this in a mind of a victim, we can attempt
always making sure there’s room for every piece
i’m hackin’ up every limb alive, now you’re deceased
i don’t brought it, think i lost it
face matching the mirror, skin hanging on the faucet
you better run i’m exhausted, this life it seems fading making me feed off it
i was told i would never be nothing, meet your name on the list, now you’re running from something
go ahead and hide, you facin’ a murder ride
i’ma catch you then i’ll throw your ass in the oven
ever since i was a little kid i was always bullied, never knew what the f*ck i did
i bet you thought i would just forget, now you’re just a bl**dy name that i’m crossing off a list
i hope you know you are never forgotten, got your body in the yard with your very own coffin
every other day open and look inside, take a p*ss, make sure you’re decomposing and rotting
i’ve been really f*ckin’ fed up for years, bottled up enough anger ’til it turn into fear
one day i lost control beginning the massacre
bloodbath in my hands, you ready for it? come here
these hands have a mind of their own, every time i see a vessel i cut down on the bone
with a piece of everybody i’m sending ’em for the party makin’ sure i will never be home alone
[chorus: ant dog]
the end is near for the dirt, so i get that
mutilation at its finest with these idle hands
force a blade to they neck, watch the blood squirt
look it up, sick f*ck, on your network
the end is near for the dirt, so i get that
mutilation at its finest with these idle hands
force a blade to they neck, watch the blood squirt
look it up, sick f*ck, on your network

[verse 3: doc gruesome]
take your sl*t by the hand, this her final days
i’m a mutt in a jam, drop her in a van
big stick never jammed, an extended mag
not afraid to choke a b*tch with my idle hands
i’m a f*ckin’ menace, rocks on trees just like it’s christmas
i’ll punch you in your sh*t, now you gon’ have to see a dentist (yeah)
b*tch, here come the tempest, illest in a minute (yeah)
death, that be your sentence, acid bath like i’m a chemist
i’m a rockstar, b*tch, you know that triple six
take a little wockhardt, flippin’ up that crucifix
f*ckin’ on a p*rn star, she do little tricks on my d*ck
reppin’ for the gang hard, sv and the cerberus
b*tch i’m reppin’ for the gang, gang, gang
b*tch i’m f*ckin’ on your main, main, main
insane, f*ck you talkin’ ’bout?
the devil’s playground, we put a bullet in your mouth
[chorus: ant dog]
the end is near for the dirt, so i get that
mutilation at its finest with these idle hands
force a blade to they neck, watch the blood squirt
look it up, sick f*ck, on your network
the end is near for the dirt, so i get that
mutilation at its finest with these idle hands
force a blade to they neck, watch the blood squirt
look it up, sick f*ck, on your network

- ir8 lyrics

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