Cropsey
Lil Addy
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Ring around the Rosie's A pocket full of posies Ashes ashes we all fall down Ring around the Rosie's A pocket full of posies Ashes ashes we all fall down Ring around the Rosie's A pocket full of posies Ashes ashes we all fall down Kick the door open wit a forty four loaded To approach a fuckin whore and unload it Hopin the lord notices the force exploded To force the ocean towards the explosion Wit the whore smoked before she's broken And bleeds as the ouija board has spoken The demons tore open a whore bloated For porn videos chosen before the omen's Torn vocal chords open for a morbid poem And forms a full ocean of gore overflowin Like Kill Bill's swords thrown formin oceans Storms the oceans wit a lot of gore flowin In the storage frozen wit her organs stolen Wit an orphans throat slit to form a poem Of reformed devotion to a warlock's omen In hordes of ghosts wit war ready Romans On the fjord hopin to explore the oceans So what's the final verdict for the motives Of the bible cursed child born an omen That's the violent burden orphaned rodent Lives in the psych ward without emotions From abusin morphine, Coricidin, Focalin, Dextromethorphan, and PCP emotionless As I was born a demon and loathsome kid Ring around the Rosie's A pocket full of posies Ashes ashes we all fall down Ring around the Rosie's A pocket full of posies Ashes ashes we all fall down Ring around the Rosie's A pocket full of posies Ashes ashes we all fall down Ring around the Rosie's A pocket full of posies Ashes ashes we all fall down A stone cold villain known for killin women And children after I smoked hits of incense Then choke an infant wit rope to discipline A crippled kid hopin for the christmas gifts He wrote on his fuckin Christmas gift list But ended up a Walmart photo missin kid Injected wit Benzos Propofol and syphyllis Comatose before I'm givin him injections Of insulin cut open awake witness this shit That gets to live a slow way for livin to quit As a cripple kid on a road still a missin kid And won't be home Christmas wit the kids As I've givin him caustic soda wit the shit So I can keep buildin this fuckin pyramid Of bodies stacked wit no chance of livin Without a doubt the bones of children give The evil feelin hopeless wishin this'll quit Mom and dad faces ya photo wit the milk Wit ya livin in this prison full of wicked shit Suicide driven given up hopin this will quit Freezin up in ya own grave while diggin it Grievin at all the full days still missin since I left the ransom note without the dividend But to choke this fuckin kid minced to bits By a total wicked demon high mixin Ritalin Robos, Focalin, coke and other stimulants Before ya bleed oceans as ya slit ya wrists Roasted alive wit the chicken head bitch In the pot roast sizzlin wit some cinnamon So the flavor gives the bitch her innocence Inside the brazen bull roasted wit the dish Of a slowly roasted fuckin kid wit the fish
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