[Verse 1: Reese] Shut the fuck up, it don't matter I won't hear you screamin' after all this blood gets splattered Shut the fuck up, it don't matter Got these bodies droppin' faster, sew his mouth shut, there's no chatter Boy said he 'bout it, now his blood is leakin' out of him Meat hook in your back, got you hung up in my cabin Smokin' on your flesh and I'm inhalin' the ashes Why the fuck you so sad, bitch [Verse 2: Kylie] Sick and twisted in the fuckin' head Killed all my friends, rouri said I should give it a rest (GORESET) 'Cause I get too loud 'cause I'm trapped in my head Want me to turn around, want me to do less Kill me if you really want, geekin' off like three grams (p-p-polar) S-S-Stuck throwin' up with my nose bleeding Is this what you really want? Are you gonna leave him? 'Cause you don't need him, you really don't need him [Verse 3: Zonar] We can fight, I'll blow your mind Hold your final breath tonight You're in my sights, I'll make your mind Rib cage drops, then it starts to rise (I should've known that it never fucking mattered) Took my heart and you put it on a platter Never once thought about the feelings after We can fight, I'll blow—, hold your final breath tonight [Verse 4: sub50] Only diggin' ditches just to tip my toes I've got my head under water, it seems like nobody knows And if you knew why Tell me why you in my business in the first place I don't got regrets but I made hella mistakes But I'm in my bag now See your name, I put my phone down (Pipe down) Send you home with a big frown [Verse 5: alithuia] Yeah, let's open up that rib cage See what makes your soul tick, s-s-see what makes your heart ache Yeah, this Glock paintin' chalk lines Hollow tip nine'll leave you on the fuckin' sidelines, it's time And-nd-nd-nd (And) I (I) can't take back the shit I've done Warm bodies turn to cold cases, never on the run When the set spray up your block, we're just havin' fun You can't stop us now, 'cause we've only just begun, yeah [Verse 6: VcA94] Boy gon' take these secrets to the grave I speak no evil, bitch, hold the choppa to the one you tryna save And he gon' eat the clip, cutthroat, violent with the blade Shit, I feel like a prick, I just might kill him with a glaive That's so medieval, bitch I wet that motherfucker up My chop extended like a dick and I'm a motherfuckin' slut We call that blood lust HM-1, you gettin' cut Divide 'em into eight like I'm the motherfuckin' hut

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