Death's Disciple - Gator Shit

My thoughts obsessed with death, what the fuck is next
Motherfucker comin' up to disrespect, take a fuckin' machete
Chop his head at the neck, watch that fucker roll away

To your gods you can pray
Bitch you fucked, good luck
I don't give a fuck, I get all auch puch
And we sacrifice you like the Mayans do

Motherfucker you a fool, we slaughtered all of you

Thinkin' we was playin' till you layin' there
With the ravens in your hair , brains everywhere

Motherfucker you should've been scared, never prepared
Better motherfuckin' run when we come there
Got the fuckin' tech on deck, gon' shred your motherfuckin' head for the fuck of it
If you give me one look, bitch, I ain't shook
Smash your fuckin' head in the goddamn book

In your head you was just playin' around
Now you're found
Six feet underground with the worms Squirm Motherfucker got what you earned
And your soul burns in the pits of hell where I dwell
Motherfucker you don't know shit
Might as well go run away and throw yourself off a cliff
Better option than fuckin' with this shit
Dumb fuckin' bitch, got the bizkit tucked
Good luck

Like I said before, praying to auch puch
Put your fucking brains on the floor in a mess
I don't really give a shit
Just cause of stress, motherfucker wanna test
Gonna get what you get
Motherfucking four fifth, let that bitch rip

I'd rather be runnin' out of breath than a motherfucker runnin' for his life
About to meet his fuckin' death when I take my fuckin' knife
Take him off at the leg
Watch that stupid motherfucker start to beg
Come, come, please
Bitch, get on your knees

Watch the .45 trigger squeeze
Watch your fuckin' fragments hit the ground
Oh, I love that sound

love the sound but i hate to clean the mess, but I ain't stressed
I fuckin' do this shit my best
Take it to the chop shop on my block
Put you in a couple trash bags
Fag now you're goin' to the ditch
Goodbye, bitch
Your gator shit

Written by:
Paul Zimmer

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