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blackout - torturechain lyrics

uuuaaahhhh
black out drunk with a gun mag
yuh h h h
put you back inside the whip
lock myself inside my house for your own protection
needle inside my arm so i do not get your infection
uuuuuhhhh p*ssy
cut your body up leave in lifeless on the pavement
aayuhh
watch your f*cking brain blow up into little peaces
i don’t give a f*ck bout you b*tch uhhhh*
bullets gotta sum blood up on my shoe
shut the f*ck up b*tch i could be off my meds again
ah yeah you a b*tch uhh
cut your body up now imma leave in the gutter*er
i jus want you inside my jar
outta my way n*gga bouta hit you wit a car
i feel like i’m missing something here
bodies piling up idk what to do anymore *ev*ev*ev
ah aha ha ah ah***

aaaaahhhh
drown you in black tar hеroin
now your bouta black out
yuh like sounding like u should make sum arrangеments
ah ah ah ah
you can catch me but the city can’t f*cking afford it
now i got the am*g
yuh k!ll that n*gga if he wanna talk
ak*47 an imma let it mother f*ckin’ walk walk walk
contemplate your death every day ay ay ay
yeah imma cut off your f*cking face*ace*ace
p*ssy imma rearrange your f*cking organs
karate chop your ass n*gga like i am putin
yeah you wanna pop out
yuh shot the robber now he dead
i don’t give a f*ck if i am dead
bouta hide me in the shed n*gga
grenade in his asofocaus
now he rey blow up into little peaces
ah ah ah*** eh eh

“you pieces of sh*t should die”
**

now your bouta black out
yuh like sounding like you should make sum arrangements
ah ah ah ah
you can catch me but the city can’t afford it
now i got the am*g
yuh k!ll that n*gga if he wanna talk

- torturechain lyrics

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