BLOODY MASQUERADE

Limbs i fantasize abt those bitches in my stomach
And once i eat yo face off ur pictures becoming plumbic
And y u motherfuckers so dumb always up to somethin
It’s chill until one of u pieces of shit change the subject

Uh masquerade
Talkin so much shit without ur face
Yeah drugs r cool until ur gettin laced
The organs inside u r just a waste

Uh yeah i’m going crazy holy shit
I step inside the function and break his back like a stick
He talkin out his neck until he wake up with no dick
U pissin me off every time u in the clique

I wanna see ur body drop dеad in a ditch
U pussy gon die bc u bleedin out from ur wrists
It’s impossible to care abt u ur a bitch
Ya ur a bitch
Ya ur a bitch

I wanna see ur body drop dеad in a ditch
U pussy gon die bc u bleedin out from ur wrists
It’s impossible to care abt u ur a bitch
Ya ur a bitch
Ya ur a bitch