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when it comes to - m.m.m.f.d. lyrics

when it comes to lyrics
[verse 1: insane poetry & scum]
from the depths of hades, yes, the crazies have returned
with machete blades and urns, today we gon’ see you burn
in a liquefied gasoline bath that make your skin melt
with big welts, triple m*f*d with your grim death
i’ve got the back of your head, i’ma smash your face into a wall
when i see your brain the bl**dy stain that will remain to let ’em all
beware of what will happen to anyone of them when the triple m*f*d out on their k!lling spree, taking out the door like a battering ram (d*mn!)
i’m a giant, you’rе an insect
i’m about to clip off your wings then your motherf*cking limbs nеxt
triple m*f*d, s*x, money, murder, violence
inside of my crawlsp*ce n0body heard her dying
mad as a rabid bull in a room that’s painted red
or it will be as you will see when i’m done with you and the blood been shed
i want to taste it in the air, wanna see your entrails everywhere
we don’t welcome bodies everybody’s no one’s safe cuz none are spared

[chorus: insane poetry & insane poetry & scum]
when it comes to lsp (it’s murder!)
when it’s triple m*f*d (we burn ’em!)
when it comes to lsp (it’s murder!)
when it’s triple m*f*d (we burn ’em!)
when it comes to lsp (it’s murder!)
when it’s triple m*f*d (we burn ’em!)
when it comes to lsp (it’s murder!)
when it’s triple m*f*d (we burn ’em!)
[verse 2: scum & insane poetry]
i’ll chain you by your wrists and nickels stood up and stopping a touring van
better hit the gas and pretty fast, you’ve ripped apart a half a man
don’t give a d*mn if children watch as your intestines getting stretched
behind my boat, but they won’t live to tell the deal when they get sn*tched (yeah!)
this is random acts of violence as my mind paints the cinema
level through the darkness on ways i think of k!lling ya
i came to dismember ya, finish you with an axe chop
decorate your house in blood just for the backdrop
often lurking h*lla sicker than an average motherf*cker
with the shovel and a duffel where i stuff ’em when i stuck her
for the f*ck of it i k!ll and fill a p*ssy with the blade
of a machete always ready to go off like a grenade (huh!)
sick and twisted, i’ma skin y’all dames with this nice little knife
call me orenthal james with my braided k!ller raping in the blood of your family members
randomly we will k!ll you

- m m m f d lyrics

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