Assassination Run

The Gloom In The Corner

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Who let the dogs out? It smells like bitch in here
You're nothing but a body-bag

How many ways can you cut a tongue? (Cut a tongue)
How many ways can you drop a cunt? (Drop you cunts)
I've got 8 rounds but need 1
Hellhound on lock, on my assassination run
You motherfuckers bite weak with no teeth
Old dogs who can't learn new tricks
Did you forget you're at the bottom of the food chain?
Put your body in, play the fuckin' game

Four sit tall on white steeds
Old souls who'd struggle with the dismount
The ego in your heads makes your neck creak
I think it's time someone shot you off your fuckin' horse

I don't care if I'm anything
I'm a loose cannon with no means
I hope you're sick when you see me 'cause
I will be the last thing you ever see
I don't care if I'm nothing
I whet blades while you sleep
I hope you're sick when you see me 'cause
I will be the last thing you ever see

Hide your face with crooked masks
Torn to shreds with teeth that gnash
Fuck, are you so bored you'd kill a man?
Did you forget what happened last?

Rat cunts, feed the worms
Slow death, I know it hurts
Rotted gums, tongue that burns (tongue that burns)
Face down, bite the fuckin' curb

I don't care if I'm anything
I'm a loose cannon with no means
I hope you're sick when you see me 'cause
I will be the last thing you ever see
I don't care if I'm nothing
I whet blades while you sleep
I hope you're sick when you see me 'cause
I will be the last thing you ever see

I've got 8 rounds, I need 1
Hell-hound on my assassination run
For everyone I love, but more for fun
I fuckin' told you cunts, you're nothing but a body-bag

Eat shit, drag mud again
You're nothing but a body-bag

Nothing but a body-bag
(Vai se foder, seu filho da puta, suck it)
Nothing but a body-bag