MURDER (KILL SHIT)

Teenage Disaster

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(Creep, creep, creep, creep)
(Creep, creep, creep, creep)
(Creep, creep, creep, creep)
(Creep)

Murder (kill shit, kill shit)
Murder (kill shit, kill shit)
Murder (kill shit, kill shit)
Murder (kill shit, kill shit)

Bith, I feel great, I been piling up the drugs
And pussies wanna talk shit, but you don't know shit
Baby, I don't think you really know me
I been dacing with devil, and I think he's tryna blow me
Walk in with a chainsow, and I'll cut your fuckin' brains out
Hah-hah-hah
Walk in this bitch, swing my axe and down

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(Creep, creep, creep, creep)
(Creep, creep, creep, creep)
(Creep, creep, creep, creep)
(Creep, creep, creep, creep)

Murder (kill shit, kill shit)
Murder (kill shit, kill shit)
Murder (kill shit, kill shit)
Murder (kill shit, kill shit)

Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder

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Composition: Teenage Disaster

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