Bitter Loss - 7 Daze of Killing | Текст песни

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Strolling around following my aim
one slaught per day, a week insane
one murder each and every day
makes 7 buddies in decay

That muddy beggar down the street
stepped into my way
a hammer smash into his face
Monday is done - that guy is gone

Old Aunt Mary cooking nice
sher serves fried chicken, corn and rice
My little spark ignites the gas
Aunt Mary hitting aerospace

Somebody sick I offer help
to bring some medicine from the shelf
I swap the pills then hit the scene
my poison cocktail turns him green

7 days of killing, 7 days of killing, 7 days of killing, 7 days of killing

Its Thursday time to go ahead
to send an asshole to the dead
butterfly knife in your back
enjoy your trip in body bag

7 days of killing, 7 days of killing, 7 days of killing, 7 days of killing

Fridays out - the night is young
I need to slay a hiphop junk
Intoxinated he won’t notice
as my gun strikes him and his beauties

A weekend trip into the hills
a perfect place to show my skills
a minor kick at mountains high
goodbye my dear you can never... fly!

Its Sunday now I’ almost done
6 jerkers are already gone
just one more dead, torn, ripped and shattered
my week was marked by intense hatred

A beauty stops to buy newspaper
Lets cross the road to kill and rape her
A sudden truck rushes down the street
it slams me down, turns me to meat
mother fucker of a trucker oh he didn’t see
dead ass number 7 - holy shit that’s me!!!!
7 days of killing, 7 days of killing, 7 days of killing, 7 days of killing

All fucked up...!


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