Skorn3896 - I BURIED THE HATCHET lyrics
[Skorn3896 - I BURIED THE HATCHET lyrics]
I pull out the ak bullets full of shame
My chest aching
Bitch you better start to pray
That I don't go into a rage
And decimate your fucking face
I pull out the ak bullets full of shame
My chest aching
Bitch you better start to pray
That I don't go into a rage
And decimate your fucking face
Can you see the pain is swelling
Behind my eyes they are so telling
I came here to apologize
But I can see through your lies
Your fake friendly disguise
Time for your two face demise
The threads of fate swung my way
It's time to empty my plate
I didn't wanna kill you but it's too late
Aye
I pull out the ak bullets full of shame
My chest aching
Bitch you better start to pray
That I don't go into a rage
And decimate your fucking face
I pull out the ak bullets full of shame
My chest aching
Bitch you better start to pray
That I don't go into a rage
And decimate your fucking face
Can you see the pain is swelling
Behind my eyes they are so telling
I got 19s on the whip
I keep my pain on my hip
Tell me can you taste my kids
Cuz I just skull fucked yo bitch
I'd rather be buried than married
Bitchs be scary I'm weary
I see you clearly I'm fairly
Sure that I'm barely
Yours i just locked the
Door to my mother fucking
Heart yea
Your blood taste like revenge
But I don't understand
I came to make amends
Now there's blood on my hands
Now there's blood on my hands
Now there's blood on my hands
Now there's blood on my hands
Now there's blood on my hands
My chest aching
Bitch you better start to pray
That I don't go into a rage
And decimate your fucking face
I pull out the ak bullets full of shame
My chest aching
Bitch you better start to pray
That I don't go into a rage
And decimate your fucking face
Can you see the pain is swelling
Behind my eyes they are so telling
I came here to apologize
But I can see through your lies
Your fake friendly disguise
Time for your two face demise
The threads of fate swung my way
It's time to empty my plate
I didn't wanna kill you but it's too late
Aye
I pull out the ak bullets full of shame
My chest aching
Bitch you better start to pray
That I don't go into a rage
And decimate your fucking face
I pull out the ak bullets full of shame
My chest aching
Bitch you better start to pray
That I don't go into a rage
And decimate your fucking face
Can you see the pain is swelling
Behind my eyes they are so telling
I got 19s on the whip
I keep my pain on my hip
Tell me can you taste my kids
Cuz I just skull fucked yo bitch
I'd rather be buried than married
Bitchs be scary I'm weary
I see you clearly I'm fairly
Sure that I'm barely
Yours i just locked the
Door to my mother fucking
Heart yea
Your blood taste like revenge
But I don't understand
I came to make amends
Now there's blood on my hands
Now there's blood on my hands
Now there's blood on my hands
Now there's blood on my hands
Now there's blood on my hands