5. Die Bitch

 

[verse 1]

I chopped her in half OPPS... left her body to rot,

under the underpass with the underclass,

submerged in a pile of trash,

nursed by rats, vastly amassing on her body fast,

i kick back whilst they get fat,

this lassie is fucked, subtract her body by the hip, as i hack,

through bone i crack, bottom half is an artifact,

I keep it intact, so i can fack fack fack without her fighting back,

laugh as the exciting sight of her not fighting, it's fucking inciting,

delighting, so i write for all the sickos out there in the light hiding,

out of sight, doing the cha-cha slide, still can't see through my lies,

this is how well i hide the feelings inside of ripping open her thighs.

 

[chorus]

bitch fucking die!

Sick of your face, so i'll deface

and erase it and leave no trace.

bitch fucking die!

Sick of these tears your cry,

why is their an endless supply.

bitch fucking die!

Sick of your face, so i'll deface

and erase it and leave no trace.

bitch fucking die!

Sick of these tears your cry,

why is their an endless supply.

 

[verse 2]

I'm intense like cinnamon stuck in your throat making your neck trench clench,

now it's difficult for you dispense, like a vendor, any words against a member,

to defend ya' pretext in defense. I'm too tender but have a switch like a blender.

Get on your knees, kiss my feet, you belong to me, there's a collar and lead.

If I pull... You halt.

If you jolt with out no consult... I kick you in the fucking throat,

If you scratch off fleas, i'll send you to the vet to shave your coat.

If you snatch food i'll make sure too beat you into a new shade of blue.

If you don't do what i tell you to do, i'll sell you to the Chinese Vondu,

and you don't want to know what they'll fucking do to you...

In a cage you rattle the empty can, need more space you ask?

Tough fucking shit! That's all the space I require you to have,

and as each day goes flying by, your body turns into mash,

and each fly that passes by, they amass on your carcass fast.

 

[chorus]

bitch fucking die!

Sick of your face, so i'll deface

and erase it and leave no trace.

bitch fucking die!

Sick of these tears your cry,

why is their an endless supply.

bitch fucking die!

Sick of your face, so i'll deface

and erase it and leave no trace.

bitch fucking die!

Sick of these tears your cry,

why is their an endless supply.

 

[verse 3]

Now quick lip spit it, fit it with a ribbon and equip it to a rhythm. Kick it,

measure the distance you envision, write the digit in this written,

one hundred million... I've lost precision during the collision of its mission.

To much bad criticism, apparently i rap whack facts in tracks, lack realism

surreal visions but you fail to listen to my digital incisions of scaring visions,

with precision when i division you into two, drawing your blood

from a fucking paper cut, now shut the fuck up and listen

before i beat you with a shoe and make you turn blue

This is all I was wishing, but i've not yet fore-filled my mission.

Pssst... Hay you, what you doing on the loo? a poo?

fuck dude... you okay? you look a little pale in the face...

come here... sit by the fireplace where its safe... JOKE

theres no saving you, burn you to a new colour of race

as im burning your face on this fireplace... OOOOOO...

 

[chorus]

bitch fucking die!

Sick of your face, so i'll deface

and erase it and leave no trace.

bitch fucking die!

Sick of these tears your cry,

why is their an endless supply.

bitch fucking die!

Sick of your face, so i'll deface

and erase it and leave no trace.

bitch fucking die!

Sick of these tears your cry,

why is their an endless supply.