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victims - trizz lyrics

[verse 1: trizz]
beat the murder case now i’m working on my fifth one (yep)
trynna prove the jury how i slaughter off my victims (uh)
give a mean mug, trying hard to convince em (yep)
eyes bloodshot red, coke in my system
all of them are b*tches
get em then i k!lled them (yep)
right before i dissed them, i lay em down and kissed em (haha)
evil laugh while i f*cked him
reaching *rg*sm then i’ll sneak around and cut them (yep)
what’s the matter baby?
this is blood, don’t panic (don’t tread)
scars on the pretty b*tches face, now she’s branded (b*tch)
caress her thighs, l!ck her neck till she pass out
hit her soft spot till she naked with her ass out (*moan*)
you think it’s going good till i pull that strap out
blast on that ass, get the cash then i smash out
take the body, stuff it in the trunk of my truck
laugh about it, fire up this blunt cause i don’t give a f*ck

[hook: trizz]
n*ggas get f*cked up
n*ggas get chipped too
get em till they luck’s up
b*tches get k!lled too
i like that gutter sh*t
something i could k!ll to
sh*t i could get ill to
but something you can feel too
n*ggas get f*cked up
n*ggas get chipped too
get em till they luck’s up
b*tches get k!lled too
i like that gutter sh*t
something i could k!ll to
sh*t i could get ill to
but something you can feel too
[verse 2: trizz]
see this b*tch is not a woman, she’s a b*tch
just don’t get it twisted when i talk about this sh*t on some pitiful sh*t (okay)
she’s my ex and deserved every bit of it (yep)
f*ck that long relationship, every inch of it (stupid b*tch)
i done murdered them mistakes with they fast ass
chopped em up and shoved them in a all black lab bag (swag)
bl**dy trash*bags stashed in my bas*m*nt
smells so strong in my house you can taste it (ah)
k!llers that i hear on the news are so basic (yeah)
typical sh*t
somebody shot and gets famous (f*cking f*g)
i like shady sh*t, insane f*cking crazy sh*t
heads chopped off on some weird john gacy sh*t (ugh)
let them face ed gein and my n*ggas (yep)
up close and personal, f*ck pulling a trigger
if there’s blood then it’s real
i don’t argue, i just k!ll you (yeah)
you would have to be in this f*cking booth to know how i feel
trizz

- trizz lyrics

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