Count My Victims

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[Chorus - Crucified] Bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft Them bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft In a ditch they gon' find all your limbs and a piece of your skin For the repeated sin you get lost The bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft The bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft The bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft In a ditch thеy gon' find all your limbs and a piece of your skin For the rеpeated sin you get lost The bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft [Verse 1 - Crucified] I'm diggin' a hole with a shovel, they wanna be hopin' and hollerin' trouble, I'm one to get Soaked when they go with the devil, I'm one to be slaughterin', I got the venom, he thinkin' of Doubtin' me, then they go follow him, breakin' a bone when I hit 'em I get 'em, I'm walkin' Around with a mask, it ain't Halloween, thinkin' of murderin', I gotta kill 'em! Walkin' up out to the building, I beat 'em up, better believe it, they coughin' and bleedin', I'm Makin' it, better go take out your money, ain't nobody gonna be able to make it out Tryin' to figure out I'm 'bout to make it a massacre, makin' 'em shoppin', I'm murderin' They don't be knowin' I'm rockin' a wig, and they run but I'm 'bout to be choppin' 'em, murkin' 'em! It's gonna be poppin', I'm comin' and breakin' 'em off in the party, if somebody droppin' in Somebody wanna be fuckin' around in the cinema, dip out, then open the trunk and I'm Poppin' they head when I'm droppin' 'em dead when I got with the poppin', I'm choppin' and poison 'em Look at the hotness, I'm 'bout to be gone in a week, ain't a problem, I'm 'bout to be solvin' it Put 'em all up in a coma then put 'em all up in a coffin, I'm makin' it obvious Thinkin' of getting my ganja, they comin' to muzzle, my god, I'ma cannibal all of it Thinkin' of playin', they comin' and poppin', I'm droppin' em when I be feeling illogical Silly me, broccoli do it inside of me, had to be talkin', you lookin' all comical Look at the way they be thinkin' about it, beginners, they wanna be one of my casualties Fuck it, then follow me knowin' you gonna be covered up, breakin' 'em off with the better me Label it level up, parner, but gotta bust, sellin' my soul to the company, gotta be Comin' to murder it, gimme the dollar, ain't nobody wanna get murked, don't holla Pull up like out of a ship, better hand me the clip, I be packin' a bit when I get with the Arrogance, I'm leavin' no evidence of takin' a bitch right out of his Residence, the freakish terror never ends in this for talkin' of- Fensive, hang on the fuckin' fence wherever the parents live Wicked, I'm 'bout to be comin' to kill 'em, don't wanna get bloody, I'm burning a wood but I Bet I'ma get 'em all, comin' up, thinkin' about it but feeling I should but I'm seekin' it Back in the building a fully gon break all 'em up when I do what I do, when I break in ain't Missin' 'em, lookin' at you, better run when intuitive, doin' a move! And they all finna be dyin', they get it, man, then all their family cryin' I bet you can tell they be thinkin' of violence, I'm movin' about it, I'm makin' a riot I'm wicked, I'm 'bout it, they wanna get tired, they look at the fire then bein' real quiet They give me the mic and I begin the choir, they give me the smoke and then give me the lighter! [Chorus - Crucified] Bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft Them bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft In a ditch they gon' find all your limbs and a piece of your skin For the repeated sin you get lost The bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft The bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft The bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft In a ditch they gon' find all your limbs and a piece of your skin For the repeated sin you get lost The bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft [Verse 2 - Twisted Insane] I be leanin' with the 40 bottle and the redrum Get in my Pinto and hit 'em, I was on the frontline for the breadcrumbs Do you talk about it? Better live it, I'ma get up, leave a nigga head run They don't really want it with the Sick, turn up into pitbull, they been done Chop a nigga body in the river, cut 'em up just like Manson I'm runnin' with a pistol, listen when it was all *whistle* they dancin' They don't wanna fuck around and end up on the news, you lose, I'm askin' Who the fuck wanna press their luck when I got a blade, you-you gashin' Run up on a nigga, pistol-pistol when I ?dig it? back up into demon, ain't nobody Dreamin', hit 'em with the beam and put 'em in the back with that rat shit They don't wanna be the one to end up on the front page with a grenade In your fuckin' throat he will never smoke when I burn 'em all up with the acid Homie, that's it, ain't nobody missin' I'ma put 'em all up in a plastic I'm a little bit different, I prolly get you a lil' spooked out, no laughin' Crucified, tie 'em up, 'bout to be some fire, that's no cappin' Everybody get they wig split, we get sick with mad shit [Chorus - Crucified] Bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft Them bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft In a ditch they gon' find all your limbs and a piece of your skin For the repeated sin you get lost The bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft The bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft The bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft In a ditch they gon' find all your limbs and a piece of your skin For the repeated sin you get lost The bitches gon' talk really big till I split up they wig I know they must have figured I'm soft