cleaver - dieabolik the monster lyrics
[intro]
herbst on the beat
tchyeah (tchyeah!)
monster, i’ma get ’em with a meat cleaver
monster, monster!
herbst on the beat
[verse 1]
i’ma get ’em with a meat cleaver (yeah!)
dieabolik monster and i gotta spit ether (yeah!)
man or woman, it don’t matter, get either
murder them on camera and release it like a teaser (haha)
mental problems got mе shakin’ like a seizure (yеah!)
cult sh*t, i’m a leader like caesar (yeah)
monster, i’m a f*ckin’ fire breather
roll and chop a [table?], i’ma have to rub a bleeder (chop chop)
rid ’em all, bet i know how (how)
wish i knew back then what i know now (now)
packin’ a cleaver, so when i’m ’bout to go out (out)
i’m ready for whatver if it’s ’bout to go down (down!)
k!ll ’em all like a classical metallica (yeah!)
slit ’em all, if i see ’em, i’m attackin’ ya (yeah!)
pull it back and i’m swingin’ and i’m hackin’ ya
when the blood spill, sip it up like i’m dracula (dracula)
[bridge]
i’ve been so sick and i know why (why?)
i haven’t ate flesh since ’09 (nine)
i haven’t been stressed, i’ve been so high (high)
that i’m hatin’ everything that i go by (why?)
i hang her by the neck, let her soul fly (fly)
possessed by the blade with rolled eyes (eyes)
the blood’s real warm on a cold night
hack ’em up to bits, it got me murderin’ a b*tch like
[chorus]
i’m possessed by the blade, better get out the way
‘fore i run and i bring it to you
you’ll get stomped and pray every day
but the way that i’m swingin’ will cut right through
god d*mn, i gotta get her with the f*ckin’ meat cleaver
god d*mn, i gotta get her with the f*ckin’ meat cleaver
god*god*god d*mn, i gotta get her with the f*ckin’ meat cleaver
god*god d*mn, i gotta get her with the f*ckin’ meat cleaver
i’m possessed by the blade, better get out the way
‘fore i run and i bring it to you
you’ll get stomped and pray every day
but the way that i’m swingin’ will cut right through
god d*mn, i gotta get her with the f*ckin’ meat cleaver
god d*mn, i gotta get her with the f*ckin’ meat cleaver
god*god*god d*mn, i gotta get her with the f*ckin’ meat cleaver
god*god d*mn, i gotta get her with the f*ckin’ meat cleaver
[verse 2]
pick a victim, everybody gettin’ cut up
water in the washer all red from the f*ckin’ blood (yeah!)
tie her to a table, swing a handle and they f*cked up
it’s like the blood had legs the way it f*ckin’ jumped up (haha)
blood splashed in my eyes, now i’m blind so (what)
draw a 9 in between the f*ckin’ eye and nose (what)
and i’ll chop it with precision, i got great aim (yeah!)
you’re just a poodle, i’m a motherf*ckin’ great dane (yeah!)
pack the bodies in the bas*m*nt like a freight train
hack ’em with a blade, it’s okay, i’m insane mane (mane)
kidnap your b*tch, then i do the same thing (thang)
stab at the b*tch, all for me to maintain
i’m a little different and i don’t really give a sh*t
and if i leave the crib, i already know where my victim is
she layin’ on the table with the blood around her ankles
with a couple people that i had to run up and then strangle
[bridge]
i’ve been so sick and i know why (why?)
i haven’t ate flesh since ’09 (nine)
i haven’t been stressed, i’ve been so high (high)
that i’m hatin’ everything that i go by (why?)
i hang her by the neck, let her soul fly (fly)
possessed by the blade with rolled eyes (eyes)
the blood’s real warm on a cold night
hack ’em up to bits, it got me murderin’ a b*tch like
[chorus]
i’m possessed by the blade, better get out the way
‘fore i run and i bring it to you
you’ll get stomped and pray every day
but the way that i’m swingin’ will cut right through
god d*mn, i gotta get her with the f*ckin’ meat cleaver
god d*mn, i gotta get her with the f*ckin’ meat cleaver
god*god*god d*mn, i gotta get her with the f*ckin’ meat cleaver
god*god d*mn, i gotta get her with the f*ckin’ meat cleaver
i’m possessed by the blade, better get out the way
‘fore i run and i bring it to you
you’ll get stomped and pray every day
but the way that i’m swingin’ will cut right through
god d*mn, i gotta get her with the f*ckin’ meat cleaver
god d*mn, i gotta get her with the f*ckin’ meat cleaver
god*god*god d*mn, i gotta get her with the f*ckin’ meat cleaver
god*god d*mn, i gotta get her with the f*ckin’ meat cleaver
[outro]
herbst on the beat
they don’t even love me
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