Phreek - ASMuRder

Tip-toe, tip-toe
Creepin on in through the window
Thought you were safe but I'm in - though
Now you're locked in like it - snowed
Tip, tap, tippy tap
House so dark now the shit's pitch black
I don't give a fuck where your money at
I just think this is a funny act

Pitter - patter
Why act like it matters
Pray just like the pastor I
I just like disasters
I don't have no master
Better hope your faster
Better run to safety
And hope you can evade me

sit back and relax
This is where it's at
All the tips and taps
At least a hundred stabs
Don't forget the scratches
Hope you brought the matches
Burn this shit to ashes
Like it never happened

Oops sorry I forgot
I found my way into your spot
That's what happens when shits not locked
You could always be shown but never taught
Now, if you don't mind
I would love to take my time
Slow cuts, perfect lines
This right here is art of mine

Drip drop, drip drop
Bright red drops really hit the spot
Pray all you want for the pain to stop
But you're pretty fucked if that's all you got
Tick, tick, tick, tick
Times running out so take your pick
Either way you'll end up stiff
All alone burnt to a crisp

Now you fight with all your might
But nothings fucking working right
Knuckles break with every strike
you tried to stab it bent the knife
It must be bad dream
Caught up in a bad scene
But what If I had told you, that this would be your last scream

sit back and relax
This is where it's at
All the tips and taps
At least a hundred stabs
Don't forget the scratches
Hope you brought the matches
Burn this shit to ashes
Like it never happened

Tip-toe, tip-toe
Creepin on in through the window
Thought you were safe but I'm in - though
Now you're locked in like it - snowed
Tip, tap, tippy tap
House so dark now the shit's pitch black
I don't give a fuck where your money at
I just think this is a funny act

Written by:
Hunter Lunger

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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