Teksty:
Corpse In Your Coffee

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, Captain and his crew welcome you on board. You are kindly requested to fasten your seat belts To refrain from smoking and to check that your tray tables

I don't want y'all help Look up in the mirror, I saw God himself We rock well, we will never bow to your king With corpse selling, I knock at any coward

I eat women, I'm a cannibal And a necrophiliac too I make bracelets out of bodies And coffee drums made with flesh Organs frying in my kitchen And the skin of your

days in da stash Lime like gaters big pimps We running through towns like vegas Big shrimp I run through your lines like raiders Your moms at da funeral beatin on your corps

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?s just a train stop away. He?s just a note on your grave. He?s a scar in your brain. He?s a match in the rain. He?s a corpse with no name. He?s got crude