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Song: | 11 |
Album: | Sawdust | Genres: | Rock |
Year: | 2003 |
Length: | 238 sec |
Lyricist: The Killers
Lyrics:
Torture in my basement, he won't last too long
Getting disrespectful, I don't care if I am fucking wrong
Smoking backwoods in the backwoods, always smokin' on some strong
Rushin' in, I'm 'bouta clear your house like this fucking bong
Crawling out of the torture chamber
Air tucked with my automatic
Put that nigga underground because he wanna panic
Yuh, scatter like some roaches when I come in with my AK-47
Yeah pray to my Uzi, I'm 'bouta send yo' bitch-ass up to Heaven
I want more gore, fucking bitch, I put you in the ground, yuh
Dislocate your fucking body then leave it in a lake, yuh
Skin falling off your fucking face when I lock you in my freezer
Body parts blowing off with my motherfucking lazer
Hollow point wanna rip you out your joints, yeah
I gotta short temper-per-per-per
I know you and I'll leave you to the fate, yuh
Shut the fuck up, I'll leave you in a fucking coffin
In the swamp now, now your body bloading up
Torture in my basement, he won't last too long
Getting disrespectful, I don't care if I am fucking wrong
Smoking backwoods in the backwoods, always smokin' on some strong
Rushin' in, I'm 'bouta clear your house like this fucking bong
Heavy stepper always stepping
Always posted in my barn
Heavy Weston with me
I'm always pouring in my sprite
Pay, boy, nine on my hip
Pistols sent straight into him
You're a bitch, fuck yo' shit up
Run up in your fuckin' crib
Run up in your crib, I'm taking all your fucking shit
Try to stop me, won't, just zip your fucking lip
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