DIMECORE - Elgato

Its a sale with the Cat o 9 tales I'm a
Whack you with my bat get you stabbed up with its nails
Homemade with the 50 shades of blades getting
Sliced up in the face I could do this shit for days
Its a sale with the Cat o 9 tales I'm a
Whack you with my bat get you stabbed up with its nails
Homemade with the 50 shades of blades getting
Sliced up in the face I could do this shit for days

Domination relation is what you're playing with lives
Obeying crime my mission is on my mind

Breaking in with the Ruger cal pop pop
Its a must quick stop til the bodies drop drop

Scars eviscerated brains insane I declare
War scare sore saw no body there whore

Pressure boot to my neck you're a fool to
Collect all my alimonies raping me in debt

But last tuesday i just debate say fuck it and
Spark a fat dooby and piss the night away

Laughing with my mates then go nefarious mode
When everyone is away dip out the back frame

Strap on the bali cock back the calico casting
rally on my chatter bone bitches in a pile of bones

I creep and I crawl through the street alley walls
And rapport my force to the battle like a lord

Its a sale with the Cat o 9 tales I'm a
Whack you with my bat get you stabbed up with its nails
Homemade with the 50 shades of blades getting
Sliced up in the face I could do this shit for days
Its a sale with the Cat o 9 tales I'm a
Whack you with my bat get you stabbed up with its nails
Homemade with the 50 shades of blades getting
Sliced up in the face I could do this shit for days

You see my trail through the snow like abominable snow men
The fresh blood sublimation simmers down the snow man

Get some bolts and pans wake up fag whacking on your
Head to bring you back from the dead I'm Dracula repaired

I'm a walk in killer in Milwaukee's thriller its a
Bar scene killer Attila the hunt the critters

Don't look under your bed cos the boogeyman's there
Red eyes stare glaring at the Wonderland stairs I got

Better sense than to break the law but you betrayed
Me whore body parts and all jigsaws and limbs at malls

Hatchet cabin woods stacking belt sander to pharynx it's a
Miracle Maury Travis's crib and that you barely lived

Hung from ventilators in nut wards a thrust sword
From dusk to dawn I hunt broads at cross walks so

Fuck off bodies hauled off with a sawn off
Reach for door knobs then your caught!

Written by:
Jordan Lipovac

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