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trixie virus - sleepercell (collective) lyrics

[klonopin]
lagswitch glock 17 you in danger
bro be talking stupid on the gram you getting hanged first
connections on the darkweb i got fenty xans and tazers
snipers on the roof, red dot, hit your brain, hurt
molotov, im outside your house with a molotov
breaking in your window we got gas that make you choke n cough
but i aint talking pack im talking tear gas on the f*ckin block
then i grab a cutter imma carve and leave u in shock

[lockdown]
im creepin around your school i got a spaz*12
ain’t no one gon save u b*tch i’m boutta spaz out
im up in yo school wit a gun i’m gon crashout
i know you scared b*tch but don’t f*cking pass out

like i’m seung*hui cho i cop a gun online
keltec sub 2000 cqb, is finna hittem up h*lla times
f*ck life i’m tryna end it everyone of these shots send somebody to heaven
if i see the princ*p*l i’ma cave his head
lock the door to your class i’m still finna get in
he can run all he wants but i’m still boutta get him
shotgun blast hit his body got airtime like tekken
toe tag everyone in the building then i k!ll myself i got the whole f*ckin school restin

[k!llkarbine]
watch me spaz again
i got hollow points im boutta send
i got racks up on the table that im boutta spend
and my b*tch a ten
she up in my crib again
tryna sound just like the old us, b*tch we started the trend
2 shot, 4 shot, 6 shot, dead opps
me and sleepercell will fill yo hoodie with the red dots
8 shot, 12 shot, lotta f*cking bodies dropped
lotta f*cking bodies dropped
empty out yo f*cking top
keep on talking and talking smack bruh
all yo b*tches talkin crazy u know not to act up
f*ggots on the internet talk, boy go get yo racks up
we rep sleepercell f*ckboy u better know to back up

[kvrvist]
addicted to the drugs, im addicted to the gore
im in love w the amphetamines i think i need more
addicted to the drugs, im addicted to the gore
me n sleepercell we steady knockin on ur f*ckin door

pulverize his f*ckin head until my f*ckin fist numb
bullets ripping thru his flesh let this f*ckin mag dump
noddin off on xanax ima zombie b*tch im d*mn slump
unloading the mag inside the school ya les have some fun
playin round w blades cutting up bodies
ya yo f*ckin family dead b*tch im not sorry
im obsessed w the k!lling if its sloppy
playin round w organs is my new favorite hobby

[c4rvrr]
got you mof*ckas theorizing where yo homies went like you matpat
shotty hit ya body
lil umph lil kickback
knock a f*cka sh*t back
hear his f*ckin ribs crack
you could f*ckin get that
eatin pills like tictacs
b*tch you goin to sleep
don’t wanna hear you breathin
f*ckin sleepercell
big knife wieldin
if they find the f*ckin bodies
i’m sleepin in a cell
i just tossed his body like a coin in a wishing well
f*ck black forces, lacin up black timbs
stomp stompin on your block and i’m wipin out ya kin
got your lil sl*t in the whip and she give me lip
gave her fent now she actin like a zombie on the d*ck

- sleepercell collective lyrics

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