paroles de chanson Kill 'Em All - GrewSum

You think it′s a game?
Well I think that your veins
Could leak equal to rain
Don't speak on my name
Unless you′re ready for an evil deranged person
Lurkin plottin on the meat from your brains
A horrible corpse mangler
Slash strangler
Mad dangerous man after your cash and then you trip
Breakin your ankles at angles straight makin you slip
My favorite game is hangin a bitch
Ebrasively spit
These other cats behave like a bitch
Get a little bit of fame in the game and they switch
While I still got a dame in my basement
Hang her from the frame let the razor blade play with her wrist
Makin a slit
Thought about changin a bit
Then realized I'm designed to be makin you sick
And I can play my part
Fuck beef if I need meat I'll fillet your heart
Kill em all
They ain′t standin a chance against a man of my stature imma have to go and
Kill em all
They probably think that I′m playin let em get in my way and imma show em how to
Kill em all
This ain't a diss to reply to this is music to die to let me show you how to
Kill em all
You better act like you know real deal imma show you how to kill em all now
Yes, he′s turnin to Leslie Vernon
Disrespectful, body parts left him burnin
Barbequed parts of you, a wreckless surgeon
Performin surgeries in my wrecked suburban
I'm so qualified, so much experience
With makin a bitch bleed like a period
Follow me let you see it′s Assyrian
Without the baby man it's crazy helped me carry them
I′m the exact opposite of vegetarian
Extra rare, use raw for comparison
Don't stare at him Marilyn
Unless you wanna get locked up in the box you're gettin buried in
Now that′s American as apple pie
Mass murder
Babies in the trash to die
Stab further
Into your back then I
Go grab Igor, we gon bring you back alive
Naturally sick
Sicko hazardous as shit
Stabbin you and laughin as you drip
Rap needs villians I′m happy to admit
That I'm that guy, the bad guy, grabbin on my dick
All of that bloody talk is nothin you fuckin mark
Guts can fall the ground when you chopped apart
I can die in a jiffy
High, no Whitney
But I′m alive and surrounded by ice, no kidneys
Sniffin crushed up pills mixed with broken glass
Ajax, coffee grounds, choked and gagged
Hacked up a chunk of my throat
Pour a glass
Of vodka to wash it down
Throw it back
You know I'm back cause the rack of ribs in my fridge
Says "baby back" and that′s what it is
I'm still involved in vicious and ill assaults
Open the wound fill it with salt