muerte mierda - super famous fun time guys lyrics
[verse 1: mr 8 legz]
yeah! i got a question that i feel like i should ask you (what’s up?)
did you ever consider that you’d die inside this bathroom?
at the hands of a stranger that reeks of liquor and cat food
it’s really not a big deal, i just wanna (stab you)
in the face and abdomen just laughin’ while it’s happenin’
i might just stab your d*ck ’cause my aim is inaccurate (sh*t)
but let’s not make this a thing, i bet it could be magic (uh huh)
but you covered in stab wounds, dawg, that ain’t attractive
(huh, or is it?) wait, never mind, f*ck ignore that
i just wanna leave your body wherever the morgue at
or better yet make it block a f*ckin’ path like a snorlax
and wait for someonе to find you while drinking a 24 pack
[chorus]
funtime gang
yo we just wanna k!ll sh*t
not thеse beats or lyrics
i mean literally putting our hands on you physically and making you f*cking (feel this)
that’s all we really wanna do is just (k!ll sh*t)
wait, hold on, wait
is this too difficult?
yeah bro
are we original?
not really
it might just be the principle
well what the f*ck do you even want me to say?
i don’t know something horrorcore
[verse 2: whipstick]
we’re in the supermarket, you’re in the telly aisle (yeah)
i shop for human targets and rock a h*lla smile (yeah)
with something foul that i never need embellish
i’d eviscerate the magistrate, passive state, better settle down (woah!) f*ckin’ it all
f*ck you b*tch better run down a hall
could be that our lonely, i’m trusting you solely to sever the moment and hoping you fall (watch out)
check*out lane, scatter blood, launching your brain
bogo deal got a promo reel at a rodo, feel that you felt our pain
so back up, back up, make me wanna smack the back up
explosives and c4 like death repeat for you massive f*ggot
acting out some fantasy, tell me you’re f*cking mad at me
handing you the bananas while vanishing into applebees (bite me)
[chorus]
funtime gang
yo we just wanna k!ll sh*t
not these beats or lyrics
i mean literally putting our hands on you physically and making you f*cking (feel this)
that’s all we really wanna do is just (k!ll sh*t)
wait, hold up, wait (what’s up man)
is this too typical?
yeah a little bit
are we original?
not in the slightest
might just be the principle
hey if you a b*tch say you’re g*y
i don’t know something, you’re g*y
[bridge: dubbs]
ah, i thought so (b*tch)
wait you’re just gonna do a song that’s like two minutes long> (uh huh)
yo, it’s two f*cking minutes man, it’s catchy (what he said), it’s short
nah that’s stupid
i don’t give a f*ck
[verse 3: dubbs]
real sh*t, i’m on some ill sh*t, i wanna k!ll sh*t
hit you with a f*ckin’ pipe until i watch some steel split
your dome, what is the reason that i’m so monstrous
i don’t need a reason, i’m doing it ’cause i wanna b*tch (ominous)
all of you novices f*cking gobble d*cks
slob on this ride ’til it’s obvious that you wanna spit
if you get away, you’ll be running off with a hobble, kid
leave your head floppin’ and wobblin’ off some bible sh*t
i’m the type to keep they motherf*ckin’ heads ringin’
stand over the body in the bas*m*nt while it’s depletin’
(9*1*1* what’s your emergency?)
someone’s running through the neighborhood carrying something red screaming
[chorus]
funtime gang
yo we just wanna k!ll sh*t
not these beats or lyrics
i mean literally putting our hands on you physically and making you f*cking (feel this)
that’s all we really wanna do is just (k!ll sh*t)
wait, hold up, wait, am i even in this group
we don’t f*cking know
is whip a nincomp**p?
obviously, well that’s a given dude
yo he’s a b*tch too don’t forget that, i said that earlier
well least i’m not f*cking fat, haha
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