FUCKAPACHE - DESERT/MUTILATE lyrics

DESERT: Sorry if you'll deal with me fu*k you if you doubted me Painting fresh blood of a fu*king butchered sheep On your front door saying fu*king "apache" Shatter both your knees With a shovel, three Sixes what i see What i strive to be You can't stop me Face reality You a wannabe Feel the machete b*tch eat Eat concrete Curb stomp Make you bleed Break your neck With my feet, yuh. aye Dont care if you hate me Discolate both your damn knees Stanag mag, rounds thirty Finna shoot who the adresse? Got a b*tch lookin like kylie I think im just high g Im still on that killingspree MUTILATE: Im sorry if you had to deal with me fu*k everyone who has doubted me Painting fresh blood of a butchered sheep On your front door saying "apache" Shatter both your knees With a shovel, three Sixes what i see What i strive to be You can't stop me Face reality You a wannabe Feel the machete (x2)