Brutal Brigade ft. King Rot Lyrics

Bitches think they got me choking

But they never knowing

gotta lotta rotten thoughts o' evil growing

Never show emotion

I will leave you rotten sunken inside the fuckin ocean

See me floating

On a barge sippin potent potions

Yeah bitch we swoup in the coop then we fuckin scoop

Up a rat than we than we ratatat

Bullets through his back

leave him fuckin wacked

Bitch get back or get attacked possibly attached

To a cold case break your face evidence erased

Casket body faked

Real ones in the lake

Wont hear no complaint

Murky waters hide your fate

Food for the fishes

No rest for the wicked

So I light a wick and stick my Dick inside a wiccan bitch

Narcs better known as cops

Won't even see my rocks

380 by my cock

Ready to pop shit off

Fuck 911 call the coroner

Never seen so much horror uh

Murderer known as Carbine C

Kill some bitch on DMT

There's no crimes on the fine line of existential paradise

Slummin till I fucking die

Gunnin I won't fucking lie

We ain't friends bitch nice try

I'm another breed

To think we the same genes is obscene

Extraterrestrial being

Dimethyltryptamine

Bitch I have no feeling

Terror with no meaning

Vagabond always fleeing

The big picture never seeing

I'm blowing that bitch up

Just for kicks uh

Had to get my fix uh