"Bay Harbor Butcher"

Tombfell - https://on.soundcloud.com/yYDDEFHousmXNZoQ9

Cut em into fucking pieces  
Dexter when I’m creeping near beaches 
Exit scene with bottles of bleaches 
Never leaving answers, have em pleading 
That’s my MO 
I’m a fucking piece of shit, I know
Floating up or down, don’t know where to go
Throwing up, getting seasick like I’m on a boat 
Body getting cold, I think I need a fucking coat 
Oceanash coming back, throwing enemies in the moat 
Stepping up, I hope your body doesn’t wash up on the coast 
When I see you I can’t help but fill with hatred and revolt
You a fucking phony you a sheep controlled like a remote
So I’m hacking your console and denying you hope 
I’m in your head, provoking, poking at everything you cloak 
I just put ‘em in the ditches 
Slice em into double digits
All you boys are fucking bitches 
Fidget when I hear the crickets
I don’t ever wanna hear you fake fuckers speak my name 
Blowing brains, GLOOM until the grave 
Laying bodies in the waves or six feet deep, or even deeper you can feel the fucking reaper cooking your soul up in a beaker



Produced by oceanash

Bay Harbor Butcher [ft. Tombfell]

WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT (Feat.Nighty) prod. by Unkouu

WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT (Feat.Nighty) prod. by Unkouu

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