Lyrics: -Underground Sounds, Before the gore let’em beg n plea, Trappin like the doors So high the fall can shatter knees Tyffany’s a whore (little bitch) Deserved it anyway I love it when they prey(pray) Marinade to the fucking feast- NesE Verse- Peter pipe her beaver while an infants head is exiting, Gyno with a cleaver, call him mister hysterectomy, He’ll fuck you with the weaponry, stab you like a cork and screw, cause once I through witcha pussy, I’m penetrating puncture wounds, Dick up a female pup or two, fuck a bitch stat, shit spats wiggin off the top, y’all’s are knit caps, Diss her fore I kiss her type, kiss her then I diss her, might miss her when she leave but that jus mean my sights were misaligned, Nd fuck you running to? Tweak the pipe, Nd bust a few caps in ya ass while I’m still catching up to you, Nd pray to a god or two that I get bored before I make it, Cause if I don’t bitch I shit you not like I’m constipated, I’m thickening the plot, fixing to plop, this chick thick as an Ox down a vacant burial spot, Get buried alive, for thinking this a game when it’s not, Then dig you up Nd feed you hickory humming dickory dock, Dicking these thots(thoughts), outta call’em Nigma, mystery box of clippers, Nd pics of next of kins neck opened, necro binging been the sick necromancer wit no manners Nd low standards, Schizophrenic with no methods to cope, except when I’m wrist deep in, risking them finding follicles remained, Outta eat up every bit, no body counts or paper trace, I’m audi 5th, Nd split the scene, like double features, bob know, what the fuck I’m talking bout, the bloody murder Nd the echoed screams, (Hook) Bobino Da Great Verse- LET ME ASK U QUESTION U READY FOR PAIN BLOOD DRIPPIN MAKIN A MESS ALL OVER THE PLACE IM A LION YOUR MY PREY ARE U READY FOR THE CHASE ACTUALLY DONT GIVE A FUCK YOURE DEAD SO GET IN THE GRAVE WHEN I PLOT AND PLAN IT GOES OFF WITHOUT A HITCH WATCHING U CRY AND PLEAD IS MY FUCKIN NITCH AS I WATCH AND SIT ALL PARANOID FULL OF TWITCH GOT U PISSIN YA PANTS CAUSE YOU DONT KNOW LIFES A BITCH NOT CONFORMING TO NO FUCKIN STANDARD LISTEN TO MYSELF IN CHARGE Of OWN SHIT CHIEF COMMANDER FUCK U IM FULL OF SLANDER BEEF EVERYDAY WRITTEN IN MY PLANNER HUNT AND TRACK YOU WITH A SCANNER NO IM NOT NICE IM NOT NO TANNER DONT DO IT DONT MAKE ME UP SET GONNA fuckin LOOSE IT YOUR GONNA FUCKIN REGRET EVER TICKIN ME OFF ALWAYS CATCH MY PREY IM LIKE A HAWK GET READY FOR THE GAS CHAMBER LIKE THE HOLOCAUST NesE Verse- Slaughtered broads, All up in my fridge, like they haug n dauss, ino want the smoke, but need more then a jay to silent bob(ino) Chop Nd cop a limb the shit we poppin off on ligaments, We stop the talk Nd skip the stalking, clock Nd drag’em off to bed, Da Hawk done got you eagle spread, Deagle up ya bleeding slit, Cleaver to the cleavage, As a beagle eats your severed head, The reaper reap, I keep a stead a dead mc’s who beefing next? Ain’t talking bling, But keeping hands around ya icy neck. (Outro) #BobinoDaGreat #Nesesick #disdatsickish #sikkomusik #bmbest #bmvideo @bmbest #SYLA @bmvideo