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Play My Song - текст песни



Play My Song


We hit the ace, ace and we love giving chase


Wicked clown got more than some pie for your face


With a drip, drip, drip it's blood on the strip


Three disassembled bodies in the trunk of the whip


Hear the saw, saw, saw right below your jaw


You see your own head roll off the table and fall


See the puck, puck, puck flamin arrows in your truck


And one in your lung stuck, you fucked outta luck




[chorus:]


Play my song (Texts of songs ), gimme something i can lean on


Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that


Play my song (Texts of songs ), gimme something i can lean on


Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that


Bloody, bloody, bloody


Play my song (Texts of songs ), bloody, bloody, bloody


Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody




Here come the hack, hack, hack knives in your back


Blood down your spine, all in your ass crack


With a swing, swing, swing your throat's whistlin


The three incisions i made are fine as g-strings


It's the pat, pat, pat from behind with a bat


And splatter every crack till your whole head flat


Beat the jab, jab, jab i'll punch you in your flab


Drag you to the butcher shop and chop you into slabs




[chorus:]


Play my song (Texts of songs ), gimme something i can lean on


Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that


Play my song (Texts of songs ), gimme something i can lean on


Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that


Bloody, bloody, bloody


Play my song (Texts of songs ), bloody, bloody, bloody


Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody




(murder... death... war...)




Everyone of us gotta have murder and death


To remind ourselves that we still have our breath


Whether it's tasteful or disgraceful


Shit, as long as everybody get's a face full


Some of us root for the coppers, others root for the killin


But everybody needs they murderous thrillins


Trace it back to when mankind was swinging from a tree


Murder is what we talkin about, and always will be




[chorus:]


Play my song (Texts of songs ), gimme something i can lean on


Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that


Play my song (Texts of songs ), gimme something i can lean on


Watcha tryin to hear, something about murder, i got that


Bloody, bloody, bloody


Play my song (Texts of songs ), bloody, bloody, bloody


Whatcha tryin to hear, bloody, bloody, bloody



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