Baker Phonk - Once Again Its On | Текст песни

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• Baker Phonk
• Once Again Its On

Creeping up from the back right forward, dressed in black
Killing a bitch with no feelings attached
Murder, murder, redrum
Not strapped with a gun, bitch I'm strapped with a blade
Not tryin to make a stang, not tryin to get paid
Kill for the thrill as I lust for your pain
These thoughts in my head, no they can't be explained
These visions I have, no they can't be contained
From my dream's reality, blood and guts grub up the scene
This is not the devil's doing, this is something caused by me
I work alone, psycho zone
Just my thoughts in sounds of static
Echo through my broken home, happiness I just can't stand it
Homicide, genocide, murder in the first degree, gree
Meditated slayings, leavin' no weapon as I get away clean
Acid baths they melt your flesh
In my eyes you'll see the torture
Numb to any kind of pain, what happens when you're raised around insane horrors
In the South, filled with clout, evil playas showin' now
Kill em all, fuck tha law, this is what it's come to now
Bringing hate, feel the weight
From my presence in your face
Yes this Baker's time to shine, a serial killer who sits and waits

(Ain't no killa like a Doomshop killa, cause most of y'all bustas ain't shit
Ain't no killa like a Sixset killa, cause most of y'all bustas ain't shit) x8

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