Crucified, Twisted Insane - Count My Victims lyrics
[Crucified, Twisted Insane - Count My Victims lyrics]
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
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!
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
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
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
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
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!
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
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
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