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f.s.s.s.k.'s (freek shit studios serial killas) part ii - k-odd-ik lyrics

[intro: k-odd-ik]
years later, we still on that cut your throat sh-t
f-ck you

[verse 1: k-odd-ik]
real hated, sick failure that’s ill-fated
go to trial then grab the mic and k!ll stages
smoking blunt after blunt until i feel faded
i’m getting off topic but f-ck it you’ll still play it
i’ll cut your legs off with a hacksaw
first i laugh and make you run a lap while they’re half off
that’s all, you can go home now
laughs y’all i’m stomping your f-cking dome down
don’t doubt that i’m sick in the head or i will chop you up
they saying “you a sick motherf-cker, man, they should lock you up”
they saying i’m too p-ssy to do it but i am not you f-cks
b-tch i’m not k!lling people just because it’s popular
cut your oculars out and give you binoculars
if you don’t get that, irony is ridonkulous
k!lling people with no effort just like dahmer was
racking up k!lls like a f-cking odometer

[hook x2:]
(in background)
freek sh-t studios serial k!llas

red, you know i rock that color
blood on my d-mn jeans, my socks and sweater
red, you know i rock that color
hating my team you’d better stop that fella

[verse 2: psycho-t]
running around with the saw blade, decapitate
f-ck around and you’ll miss your face, fade away
i’ll stab you in the b-lls and make you bruce jenner
can’t f-ck with these b-tches ’cause i’m a k!ller
it’s only a matter of time before i catch you
b-tch what you gonna do? i’mma run all over you
shoot you in the face, time to erase
all these f-ckers out my sp-ce
you’re too close, i split your head with a machete
blood flying, oh sh-t, we’re deadly
b-tch, just call me ted bundy (why?)
’cause i knock these b-tches dead and throw ’em in the trunk to hide the body
take ’em back home, remove their clothes
throw her on the bed and f-ck this ho
i think i got too carried away with the sh-t
but, f-ck it, give me a missile – i won’t miss

[hook x2:]
(in background)
freek sh-t studios serial k!llas

red, you know i rock that color
blood on my d-mn jeans, my socks and sweater
red, you know i rock that color
hating my team you’d better stop that fella

[verse 3: psycho-a]
i’ll leave all you misfits on a island to get your throats slit
you f-cking with a freek sh-t serial k!lla
i’ll k!ll you like future, mask on mask off
it don’t really f-cking matter, chop you up limb to limb
‘fore i leave you hangin’ up in your neighborhood with your guts falling out
i grew up being a failure but this murder thing i can’t be beat in
i stay racking up k!lls like a game of call of duty
i got more k!lls than all your favorite horror films together
so who really f-cking with this k!lla?
put a machete in the back of your skull cap
meanwhile i’m f-cking your b-tch with my butcher knife
oh sh-t, is that your little brother?
i got something for him too it’s a .45 to blow his f-cking face off
this k!lla came to k!ll every one of you motherf-ckers!

[hook x2:]
(in background)
freek sh-t studios serial k!llas

red, you know i rock that color
blood on my d-mn jeans, my socks and sweater
red, you know i rock that color
hating my team you’d better stop that fella

[outro: k-odd-ik]
that’s right, b-tch, my own beats
try to jack this sh-t, i dare you
i’ll show up at your f-cking house
with a f-cking axe!
freek sh-t, 2018, we’ll never die
f-ck all you motherf-ckers
but thank you, ha ha!

- k odd ik lyrics

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