Lyrics

This is a cult murder I love you, funeral I'm in the bedroom Turn it to a redroom Bl-Bl-Bl-Bloody walls in the bedroom Bloody on the mattress, uh She a actress I don't need to practice, oh I get to the action (I-I-) Shooting down your door Paint the floor I love gore Through your forehead Leave him on the floor dead I'ma leave more dead I never forget I'm leaving the morgue red Oh, they think I lost it Let's get it toxic I love when they vomit I'ma bomb it Toxic, getting toxic, lеave 'em braindead Blood on thе ceiling, but I don't know where his brain went Oh, they think I lost it Let's get it toxic I love when they vomit I'ma bomb it Toxic, getting toxic, leave 'em braindead Blood on the ceiling, but I don't know where his brain went Don't wash away, you can't wash away Never wash away, it ain't gon' wash away Bitch, stole his heart Out his chest, leave him heartless (noheart) I'ma go and flip it on the dark web Dark web, I'm in a dark web I'ma get the sawed off Put him where the stars went, uh Shooting down your door Paint the floor I love gore Through your forehead Leave him on the floor dead I'ma leave more dead I never forget I'm leaving the morgue red Oh, they think I lost it Let's get it toxic I love when they vomit I'ma bomb it Toxic, getting toxic, leave 'em braindead Blood on the ceiling, but I don't know where his brain went Oh, they think I lost it Let's get it toxic I love when they vomit I'ma bomb it Toxic, getting toxic, leave 'em braindead Blood on the ceiling, but I don't know where his brain went Don't wash away, you can't wash away Never wash away, it ain't gon' wash away
Writer(s): Izzy Z Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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