SAW IN YOU

Album cover art for "SAW IN YOU" by Paranoah,  King Gordy

Paranoah, King Gordy - Rap, Horrorcore

SAW IN YOU

2 Plays

Duration: 3:21

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Lyrics

[Verse 1: Paranoah] (Hahahaha—ha! Yah, ha) Stop—wait a minute Rearrange your face Picasso: painted image Quickest flick of the wrist could skin a bitch, tailor-fitted Swiftly make a difference Y'all misled—my stainless aim consistent They say I'm deranged and twisted Say basement living, brain ingesting Gave a baby infant lemonade with razors in it Told him to stop crying—I only do top fives when I make a hit list Suburban 'til lines is blurred Whips swerving behind the curb And shatter glass faster than Heisenberg Giving lectures—understand [?] this No dеscription better than Michael Vick and Son of Sam Mixеd together, uh— Start barging, dog [?] Carbon monoxide—windows up [?] up, pentagrams, hands connected Channeling, chanting hexes, exorcisms Fetish for anorexic women, uh Bad to the bone—slashing acetone Flicking the Bic lighter, spitting a [?] fire Cynical, a miserable mess Missing bolts, screws Not the sharpest tool, but enough [?] strength to Rip apart your waist and start a chainsaw in you [Chorus: Paranoah] I don't know what the fuck I saw in you I don't know what the fuck I saw in you I don't know what the fuck I saw in you I don't know what the fuck I saw in you I don't know—hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah [Verse 2: King Gordy] Hahahahaha, ha! Mr. Ditch Digger—the bitch killer Slips six different inch scissors in a bitch nigga A manic nigga hits a cripple Your cynic, sinister scriptures—it gets iller Now picture a sick killer Sticking his big dick in your little sister Then meat-cleaver her beaver until she's disfigured This a legion of demons that's coming this winter And I will lead them— I'm screaming until the pitch enters your soul Now you [?], this bitch is getting injured And I'll be front and center Pumping nut all up in ya 'Til a baby fucking in ya I'm a sick man, with a sick plan To put a kickstand in your ass Can you fucking withstand the pain? Hey—I don't wanna scare anyone I just wanna kill (kill, kill) Why the fuck did everybody run? (run, run) Just wanna taste you on (on) my (my) Teeth, cheeks, and tongue Eat your fucking flesh like I'm Brotha Lynch Hung Lord Vader

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Credits

Writers
  • Paranoah
  • King Gordy