DIMECORE - Decomp Found In Bed
Rotten life rotten wife nothings right dont
Try your stay is temporary.. and it will remain
To the end of your life when your gut bacteria will eat away your body.. when your finished up your time its a long Way to hell take a smell of decomposition put it in a bag, repel your
Sweat to the dividends evidence on picket fence bloody smashed window where the killer went
Villains on the loose dont shoot officer dont shoot, you caught me at a bad time, i had a, thought in my mind now Its turning into slime, dumping off a barrel with a body wrapped inside
To the river side in the night shine its not my fault the moon speaks to my souL leads me out of control from The sidewalk in turn i let it control a 9 designed to spit my ammunition at your skull
From the sidewalk into the river's night shine with a body wrapped inside
In turn i let it control a 9 designed to spit ammunition proficient to make incisions to your spine
The dead found in bed, what a way to end in this tragic life you must sacrifice
I was the anti christ i was the general dream in the ravine will live forever on the gold screen
Clean up the mess gooey stress blood drenched scrape off the leftover skin brown stains on the spread
Skeletal remains will never be the same again when the decomps found in bed
The biohazard's a mild hazard when i devour my victims flesh charge that shit on me faggot
Dont fuck with the best you'll be laid rest in a bullet proof vest that never did shit
I am the master of disaster sleeping in a graveyard like Richard Ramirez or Danny Rolling in Alaska
Pearl advice put your head above the clouds, smell the shroud of toxic fumes final thoughts world demise
Like a baby doll come to life i love that shit come equip with 80 knives at night to hunt a prick
Thats the way it goes in the land of the hoes every one of you want something but want to infect my flow
So ima keep it real 1 eighty 7 degrees celsius i tell you this like you didn't know
Deviants at night strike pull over a pickup with a foul smell in the back, what could that be inside
The dead found in bed, what a way to end in this tragic life you must sacrifice
I was the anti christ i was the general dream in the ravine will live forever on the gold screen
Clean up the mess gooey stress blood drenched scrape off the leftover skin brown stains on the spread
Skeletal remains will never be the same again when the decomps found in bed
Written by:
Jordan Lipovac
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