Malik Q - Slaughtahouse

All these bodies falling, demons calling, this shit's so appalling
In a good way, can't explain the feeling when I feel them crawling
On my back, Satan left a voice mail, I ain't call him back
Took his son for ransom, now they crying & they want him back
They don't know he's in a casket
Chopped him & lit him with matches
That's what you get for the laughing
Mobbing deep, I'm causing Havoc
I can't take this damage
All this pain, it's hard to manage
Smoke another blunt & take a sip
Oh shit we ran out? Damnit
I got a bullet with your name on the fucking clip
Spin the block, oh shit, we found another fucking lick
Shoot him with the shotty, stand there & just watch him twitch
I was slicing, he tried shooting, but he fucking missed
Who the fuck is you?
Hanging out the window, what it do?
Smoking bloody blunts, sipping on some brew
Yeah this shit ain't nothing new, vision blurry, I can not see like I hate Jews
Come into my circle, the burning hell's where I'll take you
Murder on my mind, bitch I'm on go
If I die today, I'm hoping that I'll burn slow
See the cuts on my veins, they don't hurt though
Leave my brains hanging, 10 pieces like I'm Kurt
You getting murked hoe
You can't stop it, all these moshpits, they got bodies dropping
Got me plotting
What's that shit you said? You outta pocket
(You can't stop it, all these moshpits, they got bodies dropping
Got me plotting
What's that shit you said? You outta pocket)

Written by:
Malik Qaimari

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