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butcher - zellhaus lyrics

hot mess hoe? you just a d-mn mess
all my girls are psychic
i just be 5’2, but a b-tch gonna body you like
bl–dy nose
broken bones
fighting over the thrown, that i own
don’t get it wrong
lookin like a change-begging crackhead b-tch
sick
sex
magic
psychic
if i spot that hunch bunch back of notre dame mother f-cker
i might just strap my chest, so bomb like i’m insane mother f-cker
hussain mother f-cker
allah alkbar, k!llin in the name motherf-cker
you a lame mother f-cker
talk shit, deny & apologize in the face motherf-ckers
i get hotter every time i drop a lame motherf-cker

you don’t wanna see the demon
blood spewin out ya teeth, your fault for doubting me then

it’s not my fault that ya mad
banish that f-g
he been all up in my -ss
tryna take my life, but now i’m snatchin it back
them dudes gotta learn they’re lesson
hit em with the knife, sacrifice, make their brain go pop
don’t f-ck with me then you ain’t comin out on top

all my girls are psychic
see like through that bullshit
i think he want me to make him cry again
f-ckin with my b-tches & you might just get ya skull split
you a b-tch boy, the butcher gon’ come for your neck

b-tches think they can fool my psyche
got all these hoes so obsessed with me
feelin like a celebrity, get some gold all in my teeth
get a handle on sanity, take a look at reality

even a girl can beat your -ss b-tch
got you all up on my d-ck
you’re in some manic state shit
don’t be mad that i drop ya
i bounce back, let it shock ya
you a mental case
should’ve took the chance when my pussy was in your face
how’d it taste?

glad you recognize who really running everything
these hoes ain’t really ready to see what’s coming
can’t even show a lil of my waist without the dudes all c-mming

i think he got a type, fat b-tches
enjoy them boring b-tches
he ain’t used to bad b-tches
couldn’t f-ckin handle it
so he just f-ckin with trolls ready to spread

she can’t do it like this
she can’t make you obsessed
she’s just taking out my trash
wait until she sees how long you last & that the persona you rep is all a lil act
you look desperate

you know youll never find another b-tch like me
disease-free, lookin pretty, ride or die
ready to take your -ss to therapy

if you think you make me jealous, just know that you’re wrong
you’re a skinny little b-tch & your d-ck ain’t that long
you got a bad eye twitch & you look like you belong
locked away at the f-ckin funny farm
you don’t got any charm
go self harm, no false alarm
cuts all up on your arm
still get driven around by his own mom

i could see through the act from the first time
wouldn’t be surprised if you were f-cking your f-ggot friends from behind

this b-tch is beyond
compared to them b-tches, i’m a god
i dare you to f-ck with me again on god

keep proving me right, b-tch

you can repeat

don’t come at me unless you ready to say goodbye, die, goodnight , meet god
that’s like suicide if you come to my side
bro, get the f-ck out your car
you ain’t like me, you gotta hide behind something
i’m not one to let you blindside me
most powerful b-tch you’ll ever see
i got groupies in different dimensions
keep you b-tches recognizing
the next time another b-tch wanna har-ss me that shit ain’t gon be pretty
do you want to see the end b?

- zellhaus lyrics

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