Young Lyrix - Bleeding Into Pieces lyrics

[Hook] Stupid muthaf**as Better say your prayers I drag your b**h and take her to my lair b**h a** must wanna meet your maker Go to hell now Imma see you later She can try and scream with her mouth full of semen The monster who she freaking The one who got her leaking You better find a deacon Cause Imma keep you leaking Say you in the red cause you bleeding into pieces [Verse 1] Who wanna f** with the master of life and d**h when I'm known for taking out breaths from your chest and Kidnapping your b**h if you lookin at me sideways 5 fingers of d**h Giving you d**h to you five ways I treat body bags like garbage bags Out the trash The worlds a way better place without your a** trust that I bust back with a 12 gauge shotty And if I miss your body then I'm shooting everybody b**h I snatch purses from the poor and the rich Just because I like to hear snitch But they won't find me I be so low key you'd think i was dead but nah I'm busy bustin nuts and getting some heads Know k**ers with dreads who are just eager to slice Take a piece of your ice Then sell it double the price Need I remind you that your momma will find you Dead in her garden I call it a flower bed [Hook] [Verse 2] If I set my watch then your time is up People walking dead f**ing lining up To feel this wrath Feel this terror Knife in their back wishing life was fairer You don't want me to blow your f**ing face off b**h I'm the reason why you scared of the f**in graveyard shift I'm the reaper so grim Taking off with your brim Taking off with your limbs and a pair of your timbs Slaughterhouse kingpin I dare you to blink wrong Skin a f**ing wolf so I can put my f**ing mink on I get my drink on and pour the rest on your grave Don't worry you can get a sip where you lay You can pray and you pray but you still gonna pay Plus god can't hear you when you locked in a safe You thought you were safe but I know where you sleep Body bag zipped up put your body in the jeep [Hook (modified)] Stupid mothaf**as Better say your prayers I drag your b**h and take her to my lair b**h a** must wanna meet your maker Go to hell now Imma see you later She can try and scream with her mouth full of semen The monster who she freaking The one who got her leaking You better find a deacon Cause Imma keep you leaking Body in a casket and your family dressed you decent [Verse 3] How the f** hell feel is it hot as my b**h is Can't stand the heat cooking pot in the kitchen Laced with the grace and I mix it in the batter Let you get a taste of the cake on the platter Can't see straight ha, b**h I Wonder why Take a bu*terknife, cut both of your f**in eyes I love it when the screams hit my ears from the victim It means my f**ing blade knew just where to stick em Just yesterday you was yelling f** the system Bet you take it back when the judge say dismiss em I beat cases like I beat your f**ing body Your b**h on her knees face where my f**ing Glock be Cops be knocking But I mopped so quick They couldn't take a swab of the floor and find the sh** Evidence lacked Now I'm coming back For everyone you love Baratta-tat-tat [Outro] BARATTA TAT TAT b*tch WHATCHU THINK OF THAT b*tch MASTER OF THIS RAP sh*t INTRODUCE YOU TO YOUR fu*kIN CASKET!