Lyrics:
(Spade, what'd you do this time?)
I see that blood trickle down from your face
(Blunt force trauma)
You think you coming back from this?
That ain't
you're too sceptical
Hit them with some blunt truth trauma
Make their outrage go away
Hit them with some blunt truth trauma
You'll make their fucking day
I'm deranged
Mentally insane
How do you explain
Blunt trauma to the brain
Things could change
If you sustain
The weight it brings
New broken wings
The autopsy results said blunt force trauma
Reminds me that I’m yours and
No one can take me away from your
Twisted sense of love and care
The autopsy results
listening
Smoking loud deafening
Blunt force trauma came from spinach
Now I gotta salad and the cheese is drippin
Don't get mad cause you see me winnin
Heart
Flesh endured pulverization
Weaponized cauterization
Catastrophic inclination
Feeble-minded deviation
Blunt force initiation
Blunt force trauma
Eons
fight for your life
In the mosh pit you will die
Won't make it out even if you try
Blunt force
Trauma
OUGH!
Brace for the impact
Bodies slamming in
Blunt force trauma
Find anger we danger
Blow to the head
Destroy the liars
Blunt force trauma
Treatment fall
Bulldozer
Decimate destroy
thoughts that you ain't able cuz I'm a mind fuck
Blunt force trauma, and it's only in your head
Roll my blunt, stop the drama, open up your legs
Ivory
Blunt force trauma
To the brittle egg-shell head
This is your brain
All scrambled and fried
And I'm sopping it up with bread
You bled on your death
to deny
Logic does not apply
In time we learn, but it's too late
Blunt force trauma to the head
Blazing through life at the speed of sound
Don't
conviction from their lungs
In this mutilated testament
Blunt trauma breaks the instrument
And all I want to know
Is where we go from here
To filter out
This relentless blunt force trauma, is constantly plaguing me
It happened when I was just a kid, back when I was sixteen
I don't remember much, but
thousands lie
Blunt force trauma
Heads torn from bodies
A place of death
To dispose of the enemy
The stench grows
Pit of bones
The stench grows
From the pit
Blunt Force Trauma (B.L.T.)
Written by J. Leblanc/G. Madden
Do you think you can get away with your action
Payback in dividends when you quit on me
blunt force trauma (x2)
Respect, intellect, style, finesse I address
The facts of this case I confess are a mess
I argue my case with a man, judge
blunt force trauma [Repeat: x 2]
Respect, intellect, style, finesse I address
The facts of this case I confess are a mess
I argue my case with
A DISCUSSION
WE REALIZED
BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA, LACERATION SEVERE
TORTURE - MAKE THE KILL COUNT
TORTURE - DO IT FOR FUN
A LIVING VICTIM
WOULD BE FUN TO SACRIFICE
with a blunt force trauma of a pistol whip
I can feel the words on your lips, you're shootin' quick and you never miss
But I wish you did
She said
with a blunt force trauma of a pistol whip
I can feel the words on your lips, you're shootin' quick and you never miss
But I wish you did
She said
onto hope that I can learn to
Guess that's all that we got
Blunt force trauma to the head and I forgot
Guess we're starting again
Blunt force trauma
the tragic irony that only Death lives!
This life's a blunt force trauma.
So I'm a blunt force nihilist.
The painful truth, that only Death lives (Death
yeah I once was an underdog
Now I'm flexing on these critics, sleep em like its Adderal
Blunt force trauma to the brain
Break his nose, eviscerate
Blunt
inside pouring out
In this moment you will have to pay the price
Blunt force trauma ravages your filthy mouth
Mirror shards reveals the gruesome carvings
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