Koshir, Mr. Blacc, Twisted Insane - Dreamers lyrics

Blush and gush blush and gush
B-blush and gush yeah! Blush and gush bluh!

Start date and a fart full of thick blood
(uh)
Sharp knives, girl it's time for a quick cut
(uh)
Let me inside, yeah it's my stupid bitch cunt
(yeah) i want the life that you
'prived from my grip, slut
(bitch) don't try to run, bitch (nah)
You know my feet quick (yeah)
You wastin' time if you think you beatin' me
Shit (uh huh)
My adrenaline, all time high now
The way this sledgehammer meet
Between yo eyebrows
Got my dick hard, I'm a sick fuck
I go to tear out yo
Guts through yo limp butt!
Start screamin', kinda like I'm on, really


I got you drugged up
Chokin' on yo phone pillies
And your sister, yeah I'm gonna miss her
Wait at your stairs while I
Cut into your blisters
You know you fucked, right?
It's time to die, bitch
Now stay still while I'm
Cuttin' out your eyelids

You may think these are nightmares
I like to call them dreams
I really hope you're frightened
Go on, I want you to scream blush and gush
And the bitch screams! Blush and gush
And the bitch screams! B-blush and gush
And the bitch screams! Blush and gush
And the bitch screams!

Headin' fast through the
Alleys gettin' calico
But, I follow 'cause I need to
Give your neck a choke
I wanna point your juggalo right
Through your pretty skin
And piss all in the open
Wound before the very end
I'm dreamin' shotgun
I'm dreamin' switchblade
I'm dreamin' throwin' acid all up
In your shitty face
I'm thinkin' face grips and torin' off nails
Hoe
I just wanna hear you payin', I won't fail
Hoe
Tight ropes hold you down to the steel chair
Razorblades to the corners of your mouth
Yeah blowtorchin' your pussy
It ain't a fuckin' thang
And then I like it 'cause I
Like to keep it fuckin' Strange
Turn the heat up on that bitch
Go show her love i turn the seals talkin'
But nobody showin' up
I guess I'm trippin' off
Maybe I'm just hearin' things
Fuck it though
I'm 'bout to feed this hoe some cherry brain

You may think these are nightmares
I like to call them dreams
I really hope you're frightened
Go on, I want you to scream blush and gush
And the bitch screams! Blush and gush
And the bitch screams! B-blush and gush
And the bitch screams! Blush and gush
And the bitch screams!

And the bitch scream when I put
The razorblade to the pussy
Due to the fact she wanna be sick, so shit
I spit until it's gushy
Coulda been simple when I wanted fuck
On a bed of nails
Heard you was the sickness
Fillin' her pussy with
Some motherfuckin' snails
She told me it was like I feelin'
That her pussy be in a hell
God said "nah baby
It's more like your pussy be in a hell"
I'm one of the motherfuckers that you read
About when you deep in a jail
Grandmama told me I was an angel
Funny because I'm a demon as well
I clamp the pussy open and
Dump bunches in uterus this a dream
Nigga how the fuck is anybody doin' this
You wonderin' whom would fuck you
In the butt and
Womb, then drag your body to it's tomb
I'm not yo average goon
But, I like to get drunk and go
All out and fuck a raccoon
They took me off of my leash, shit
Then the police so I'm like "zoom"
Fuck your booty with a hand blender
Make you taste the cream
You may think that these are nightmares
I like to call 'em dreams

You may think these are nightmares
I like to call them dreams
I really hope you're frightened
Go on, I want you to scream blush and gush
And the bitch screams! Blush and gush
And the bitch screams! B-blush and gush
And the bitch screams! Blush and gush
And the bitch screams!

Feel the cold guts as I cut in silence
Every time I rest my eyes
I see her slowly dyin'
Like bitches kickin' it, we some torture
Horrifyin'
Murder in my dreams, psychopathic we smilin'
Eyes so wide
Open like I'm driving on high beams
I'm scooping out her guts like
I open the ice cream i kill a deal
Leave her titty at crime scenes
Meat Cleavin' like Lynch Hung
Big kill was one of my mama's pipe dreams
Shots of Pyrex, ice, and meth and chlorazine
I use these stings just to cure the noise
Screams serving spleens and male schemes
I get squeams
Guillotine rips some tight jeans
Bitch please, I kill with ease, don't test me
Something's in my sleeve
The weakest never resting
I'm the worst thing, monster with a mug mean
Flashin' a bone, I gotta have it, I'm a fiend