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CANNIBAL

๐Ÿ‘ค 7xvn โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ CANNIBAL โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 1:53
๐ŸŽต 1285 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:53 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 10059475

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Yuh, yuh, yuh (Shh)

Psycho murder, toxic killer, narcissist god fearing sinner
Monster house, I'm serving liver, save the heart and lungs for dinner
If I call yo' house don't pick up, leave yo' body cold as winter
Did some digging in the mirror, laughed and then I pulled the trigger
Uh, everybody on the ground, this a stick up
Think you a wolf, thank god my bullet silver
Please call me Jack 'cause I do be the ripper
Catch a body then down all this liquor
Copycat, well, I call you my son
Open up for the tip of my gun
Have a laugh like we just having fun
In yo' back, my knife sticks as you run

Why you losers always talking out your mouth?
Momma should have taught you manners, now you 6 feet in the ground (Yuh)

Ride with a stick, ayy, die by the glick, ayy
I take a pic when I make his tummy rip, ayy
Pumped up kicks, ayy, make the gun click, ayy
Got a new trick up my sleeve 'cause I'm slick, ayy
I never miss, ayy, wrong one, sis', ayy
Glock on my hip and I pull it out quick, ayy
Brand new whip, ayy, all black fit, ayy
.30 round clip 'bout to make a body flip, ayy
I hate, uh, all you suckers lame, uh
No, we are not the same and I wonder how you taste, uh
Don't call me insane, uh, hop up on my blade, uh
Love how yo' blood sprays, I won't let it go to waste, uh, uh, uh

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:19.42] Yuh, yuh, yuh (Shh)
[00:22.12] Psycho murder, toxic killer, narcissist god fearing sinner
[00:26.65] Monster house, I'm serving liver, save the heart and lungs for dinner
[00:31.28] If I call yo' house don't pick up, leave yo' body cold as winter
[00:35.54] Did some digging in the mirror, laughed and then I pulled the trigger
[00:39.78] Uh, everybody on the ground, this a stick up
[00:42.74] Think you a wolf, thank god my bullet silver
[00:45.14] Please call me Jack 'cause I do be the ripper
[00:47.50] Catch a body then down all this liquor
[00:49.59] Copycat, well, I call you my son
[00:51.96] Open up for the tip of my gun
[00:54.05] Have a laugh like we just having fun
[00:56.12] In yo' back, my knife sticks as you run
[01:06.63] Why you losers always talking out your mouth?
[01:09.96] Momma should have taught you manners, now you 6 feet in the ground (Yuh)
[01:14.86] Ride with a stick, ayy, die by the glick, ayy
[01:17.25] I take a pic when I make his tummy rip, ayy
[01:19.30] Pumped up kicks, ayy, make the gun click, ayy
[01:21.76] Got a new trick up my sleeve 'cause I'm slick, ayy
[01:23.71] I never miss, ayy, wrong one, sis', ayy
[01:26.19] Glock on my hip and I pull it out quick, ayy
[01:28.56] Brand new whip, ayy, all black fit, ayy
[01:30.69] .30 round clip 'bout to make a body flip, ayy
[01:32.77] I hate, uh, all you suckers lame, uh
[01:36.63] No, we are not the same and I wonder how you taste, uh
[01:41.02] Don't call me insane, uh, hop up on my blade, uh
[01:45.78] Love how yo' blood sprays, I won't let it go to waste, uh, uh, uh
[01:51.17]

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