BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Chapter 1
- I’m takin’ my ex into a car,
- There is going to be a giant spar.
- I tie her up against the vehicle,
- I drive, her skin rips, she turns particle.
- Oh no, theres lot of blood on the road,
- And her skin, even if highway’s broad.
- Have to clean her fuckin’ remnants now,
- But I lugged her on highway, so how?
- I take towel, after I buried her with a shovel,
- Clean her blood, my hands waver, after a so long travel.
- Chopped her into parts, and run away, like be with two carts,
- People are retards, because now I am shown on all the charts.
- So I am planning an attack, while hidin’ in barrack,
- While I look on body on a rack, sippin’ on Arrack.
- I gotta set to those parts of her fire, and clean car’s tire,
- Also vanish the blood on wire, ain’t the thing I desire.
- I got her blood on my seats,
- And on my hands from the hits.
- She versus car, machine beats,
- Now she is cut, so do tits.
- Wire’s tight, looks like she eats,
- Yeah I meant seven male meats.
- But now she is in white sheets,
- Could live, sit on my car seats.
- But now I drink her blood in a cup,
- And she won’t be hearin’ any „sup”.
- Yeah I treated her worse than a pup,
- She fricted con the road, not bein’ up.
- Her body got skinned off, that’s so great,
- Her very loud screams make my ears hate.
- Blood of hers paints the road at this rate,
- It shows, that death is her only fate.
- Her brain wide open, it is a mate,
- Ain’t makin’ it til’ tomorrow’s date.
- I know for this will pass devil’s gate,
- „Wow, her liver’s outside, she ate”.
- Look! Vultures, here is free stomach bait,
- Of my fuckin’ ex, her name is Kate.
- Free human organs, but not on plate,
- Now „organless” is her only trait.
- My genius plan is ready, the progress is so steady,
- Hired nine eleven pilot maddie, Mo fucker got teddy.
- It ain’t a basic bear, it got timer bomb and it is rare,
- Because it got a pair, that was used on nine eleven glare.
- I’m throwin’ this toy, to station that looks for me, they scream „hoy”,
- Bomb explodes I say it is moy, and they red, cuz they coy.
- Oh they are not shy, they red because of blood, in which they lie,
- They will not answer my „hi”, and that is just because they die.
- I got her blood on my seats,
- And on my hands from the hits.
- She versus car, machine beats,
- Now she is cut, so do tits.
- Wire’s tight, looks like she eats,
- Yeah I meant seven male meats.
- But now she is in white sheets,
- Could live, sit on my car seats.
- But now I drink her blood in a cup,
- And she won’t be hearin’ any „sup”.
- Yeah I treated her worse than a pup,
- She fricted con the road, not bein’ up.
- Her body got skinned off, that’s so great,
- Her very loud screams make my ears hate.
- Blood of hers paints the road at this rate,
- It shows, that death is her only fate.
- Her brain wide open, it is a mate,
- Ain’t makin’ it til’ tomorrow’s date.
- I know for this will pass devil’s gate,
- „Wow, her liver’s outside, she ate”.
- Look! Vultures, here is free stomach bait,
- Of my fuckin’ ex, her name is Kate.
- Free human organs, but not on plate,
- Now „organless” is her only trait.
- Oh fuck! Stop haunting me, you hoe,
- She says: „I will, til’ you feel low”.
- Just fucking leave me alone, bitch,
- Girl tells: „Not til’ ur corpse in ditch”.
- Bro I killed you, 'cause you hurt me,
- It is said: „You too, u will see”.
- Then she left me wondering: „what”,
- Why she said this, but she still hot.
- I am in the TV, where they leak my bio like its CV,
- They act like am D I V, and that I have H I V.
- I am wanted by all, even if traces I left are small,
- Trace is on her neck hole, while treated her like shitty doll.
- By hole I meant the wire mark, which had the shape of an arc,
- I hid wire beneath the chark, which is buried in the Park.
- And jointed body, when go hear bird singin’ melody,
- Am wanted, in jeopardy, and I make a parody.
- I got her blood on my seats,
- And on my hands from the hits.
- She versus car, machine beats,
- Now she is cut, so do tits.
- Wire’s tight, looks like she eats,
- Yeah I meant seven male meats.
- But now she is in white sheets,
- Could live, sit on my car seats.
- But now I drink her blood in a cup,
- And she won’t be hearin’ any „sup”.
- Yeah I treated her worse than a pup,
- She fricted con the road, not bein’ up.
- Her body got skinned off, that’s so great,
- Her very loud screams make my ears hate.
- Blood of hers paints the road at this rate,
- It shows, that death is her only fate.
- Her brain wide open, it is a mate,
- Ain’t makin’ it til’ tomorrow’s date.
- I know for this will pass devil’s gate,
- „Wow, her liver’s outside, she ate”.
- Look! Vultures, here is free stomach bait,
- Of my fuckin’ ex, her name is Kate.
- Free human organs, but not on plate,
- Now „organless” is her only trait.
- Why did you hurt me, and cheat with other guy,
- And now you dare to even fuckingly lie.
- You don’t even apologise, you just leave,
- You dare to ask for cash, you stole from my sleeve.
- Don’t be surprised when I will unalive you,
- And after I will hurt you more than you do.
- I fuckin’ hate you now so fuckingly much,
- But now you don’t even care, you whore, as such.
- I don’t regret, that I killed that hoe, it be my secret,
- She was just a bet, my heart does not even fuckin’ fret.
- „You won’t deny the truth”, she says, meanwhile she has no ruth,
- I have to tongue bite with tooth, I wish I made fuckin’ snuff.
- She has fuckin’ wreath with a leaf, why do you torment me,
- She says: „that’s what i want to see”, I just scoff with a „gee”.
- I wan’ kill her, don’t care she ghost or I’d need mental care,
- She pisses me off when she calls me a „bear”, I rip my hair.
- I got her blood on my seats,
- And on my hands from the hits.
- She versus car, machine beats,
- Now she is cut, so do tits.
- Wire’s tight, looks like she eats,
- Yeah I meant seven male meats.
- But now she is in white sheets,
- Could live, sit on my car seats.
- But now I drink her blood in a cup,
- And she won’t be hearin’ any „sup”.
- Yeah I treated her worse than a pup,
- She fricted con the road, not bein’ up.
- Her body got skinned off, that’s so great,
- Her very loud screams make my ears hate.
- Blood of hers paints the road at this rate,
- It shows, that death is her only fate.
- Her brain wide open, it is a mate,
- Ain’t makin’ it til’ tomorrow’s date.
- I know for this will pass devil’s gate,
- „Wow, her liver’s outside, she ate”.
- Look! Vultures, here is free stomach bait,
- Of my fuckin’ ex, her name is Kate.
- Free human organs, but not on plate,
- Now „organless” is her only trait.
- Tie her up with a wire to the car,
- She screamin’ while listen to x’s bar.
- Can see her blood and skin on asphalt,
- Her organs on the road, ain’t gon’ halt.
- I hear her cries to stop, even begs,
- I don’t care, I just take calmin’ meds.
- She is dead, so I clean all the traces,
- Joint her, put in the blanket, smoke laces.
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