half a pound of blood n guts
half a can of diesel
light his flesh and burn it up
pop! goes the weasel

a penny for the children’s head
a blood soaked thread and needle
that’s the way the murder goes
pop! goes the weasel

pop goes the weasel ima stomp him in the fucking ground
do you like the music? where is jack you better look around
lullaby of death it’s getting scary asking what’s that sound?
torture kill repeat i’m not a friend bitch im a killer clown 
i’m in your imagination you can trust me take my hand 
let’s go deep inside the woods where they won’t find you no one can 
joyful laughter children playing that’s the shit i can’t stand
you ain’t gonna live to 10 i’m gonna end your life span 

look up when you talk to me i’m bouta squish you like a beatle
he neglected me i put up with that shit and now im evil 
ima keep you silent ima stitch your mouth up with my needle
pop goes the weasel (enunciate it so it goes longer)
head to toe in black and white i’m watching you all through the night 
i’m inside your head and ima leave you straight up petrified
tell your parents about me they won’t believe you ain’t that right?
might as well submit to torture don’t even put up a fight 
i’m a fucking lunatic you see my smile? see my teeth? 
fangs in my mouth great for eating great for chewing children meat 
take him away from his family leave him six feet underneath
laughing at his funeral i can’t believe he trusted me
i’m so fucking crazy i love to torture i love to kill
take you to the doctor and you gonna need a few pills
stomp my boots on top his stomach can’t wait til the blood spills 
see me peeking out shh shh got some spine chills
stomp the weasel on his head
one more time and he’ll be dead
that’s why all the children bled
don’t look underneath your bed 
i’m inside your fucking nightmares
i’m lurking inside your head
i’ve been here giving the right scares
one more time and he’ll be dead

pop goes the weasel ima stomp him in the fucking ground
do you like the music? where is jack you better look around
lullaby of death it’s getting scary asking what’s that sound?
torture kill repeat i’m not a friend bitch im a killer clown 
i’m in your imagination you can trust me take my hand 
let’s go deep inside the woods where they won’t find you no one can 
joyful laughter children playing that’s the shit i can’t stand
you ain’t gonna live to 10 i’m gonna end your life span

half a pound of blood n guts
half a can of diesel
light his flesh and burn it up
pop! goes the weasel

a penny for the children’s head
a blood soaked thread and needle
that’s the way the murder goes
pop! goes the weasel

LAUGHING JACK [PROD BLXXD]

Everything by me (except for the logo, made by @fuck-narcoleptic)

Lyrics:
YUH OH YUH, I BEEN SWIMMIN IN THE GUTTER
I BEEN DRINKING FROM THE SEWERS
AND I'M HANGIN UP YOUR MOTHER
OH MY GOD, I GOT HUMAN SKIN
IT'S A FUCKING SIN
TO WANT MY FACE BITCH

MELTIN YOUR FACE, HAIL RAATMA
FUGLY BITCH, YOU LOOK LIKE RAATMA
BREAKIN YOUR LEGS, YOU CAN'T GET UP 
LOOK AT YOU AND THEN I THROW UP
ACID IN MY BLOOD, IT'D MELT THROUGH YOUR VEINS
IF YOU TRIED TO COPY ME, I WANT YOU TO STOP WHAT YOU'RE SAYIN

SLICE OFF YOUR TONGUE AND THEN I PUT IT IN MY POCKET
BITCH YOU ARE SO DISGUSTIN
WHAT YOU'VE DONE I'M DISGUSTED
BUT I CAN MAKE YOU CHANGE, IF YOU LIKE TO KEEP YOUR SPLEEN
INTACT AND UNCHANGED, POP A BOTTLE THEN A BEAN

THE VEINS THAT I KEPT
SCAVENGED FROM YOUR LEG
KEEPIN INDIVIDUAL LIMBS INSIDE A FREEZER DOWN THERE

WHEN I SEE A COP, I WANNA GRAB MY REVOLVER, HIDDEN IN THE BASKET
TIE HIM UP, FIND HIS FAMILY WHILE HE'S STORED IN THE TRUNK
I DON'T EVEN GLANCE AT IT
I SWEAR I SHOULD DO THIS MORE, EXCEPT FOR CLEANING ALL THE GUNK

MELTIN YOUR FACE, HAIL RAATMA
FUGLY BITCH, YOU LOOK LIKE RAATMA
BREAKIN YOUR LEGS, YOU CAN'T GET UP 
LOOK AT YOU AND THEN I THROW UP
ACID IN MY BLOOD, IT'D MELT THROUGH YOUR VEINS
IF YOU TRIED TO COPY ME, I WANT YOU TO STOP WHAT YOU'RE SAYIN

WASH YOUR HEAD ON THE SINK
I SWEAR I SEE SHADOWS BLINK
THE CORPSES DON'T EVEN STINK
I GOT STABBED, I'M BLEEDING PINK
YOU GOT STABBED, YOU'RE FUCKING CHOKING
ON YOUR OWN BLOOD
LIKE A KID EATIN TIDE PODS, CHOKE ON SOAP SUDS

HAIL RAATMA #1994

V.KEI - GENOCIDOL FT. BLXXDSHED (PROD. ⱯĦØØꓶ)

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@killconfirmedd

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MAKE IT HURT FT M44A1 + ORGETPLUS (p. killcross)

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DRAGONS BREATH (prod.KHAON)

Mix me and 17Nuts
Cover Art :C0NSVM3


Your death has come, open the do-ooor
M4, your eyes are closed
Your body is burning to the bone
Your fucking body is underground

Как же заебали люди, не хочу видеть их
Дайте пульт от ядерки, я  уничтожу мир

Ты зависимый, твоя судьба — суицид

Скидываю с окна таких, как ты

Перед тем как сдохнуть, заберу всё живое
Я нигилист по жизни, отрицаю всё мирское
Для меня нет правил,хожу с тек'ом  по школе, 
Ебашу малолеток чисто по приколу

Сколько мусора вокруг, состоящих из людей 
Я апатичен к миру,для людишек я злодей 
Я вижу вас насквозь, ваши мысли и идеи
Ты лишь пустота, которая ищет спасенье

а-а-а(эй) ууу бля ха-ха(эй)
17Nuts, biocide

(мы убиваем)

шалава в нью роках 
дай свой рот нахуй пизду 
вчера был еще живой
сегодня его статус "труп"
да мы прессуем его тело 
преврощаем его в куб
я снял порнуху 
с твоей шлюхой
и выложил на YouTube 

(NecroSocial)

если я кончаю в суку 
родится бензопила
ты даун как scally Milano
(ебаный придурок)
я бью ножом с интервалом
убил и схавал 9mice'a 
дай мне свой рот не ломайся 
я поменял его глаза (бау)

доебись до нас ты сдохнешь на следующий день(эй,эй)
у меня много идей 
по кайфу убивать людей
(иди нахуй)
я задушу тебя во сне
в лесу те кто много пиздел

реальный NecroSocial type
и твои ножи из китая 
la-la-la lame'ов с балкона кидаю
я сдул пять плюх и улетаю

они юзают 
для рифм сайты(ха-ха)
потом они ищут гайды 
потом я их ебу нахуй 
ведь они все ебанаты
я не убью если ты фанатка
просто хочу тебя факнуть

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