Dreamers lyrics

[Intro: Koshir]
Blush and gush
Blush and gush
Blu-blush and gush (Yeah!)
Blush and gush

[Verse 1: Koshir]
Stuck deep in a fart full of thick blood
Sharp knives, girl, it's time for a quick cut
Let me inside, yeah, it's mine, stupid b*tch c*nt
I want the life that you pried from my grip, sl*t
Don't try to run, b*tch, you know my feet quick
You wastin' time if you think you beatin' me, sh*t
My adrenaline - all time high now
The way the sledgehammer meet between yo eyebrows
Got my di*k hard, I'm a sick f*ck
I go to tear out yo guts through yo limp butt
You start screamin', kinda like a moan, really
I got you drugged up, chokin' on yo phone pillies
In your system, yeah I'm gonna miss the
Way that you stare while I cut into your blisters
You know you f*cked, right? It's time to die, b*tch
Now stay still while I'm cuttin' out your eyelids

[Hook: Koshir]
You may think these are nightmares
I like to call them dreams
I really hope you're frightened
Go on, I want you to scream
Blush and gush
And the b*tch screams
Blush and gush
And the b*tch screams
Blu-blush and gush
And the b*tch screams
Blush and gush
And the b*tch screams
Blu-
[Verse 2: Koshir]
Walkin' fast through the alleys, gettin' kinda cold
But I'll follow cuz I need to give your neck a choke
I wanna pull your jugular right through your pretty skin
And p*ss all in the open wound before the very end
I'm dreamin' shotguns, I'm dreamin' switchblade
I'm dreamin' throwin' acid all up in your sh*tty face
I'm thinkin' face grips and torn off nails, hoe
I just wanna hear you payin', I won't fail, hoe
Tight ropes hold you down to the steel chair
Razorblades to the corners of your mouth, yeah
Blowtorchin' your pus*y, it ain't a f*ckin' thang
And then I'll lick it cuz I like to keep it f*ckin' Strange
Turn the heat up on that b*tch, Kosh, show her love
I turn to see who's talkin' but nobody showin' up
I guess I'm trippin' or maybe I'm just hearin' thangs
f*ck it though, I'm 'bout to feed this hoe some cherry brain

[Hook: Koshir]
You may think these are nightmares
I like to call them dreams
I really hope you're frightened
Go on, I want you to scream
Blush and gush
And the b*tch screams
Blush and gush
And the b*tch screams
Blu-blush and gush
And the b*tch screams
Blush and gush
And the b*tch screams
[Verse 3: Twisted Insane]
And the b*tch scream when I put the razorblade to the pus*y
Due to the fact she wanna be sick, so sh*t, I spit until it's gushy
Coulda been simple when I wanna f*ck on a bed of nails
Quadruples of sick and fillin' her pus*y with some motherf*ckin' snails
She told me it was like a feelin' that her pus*y being impaled
I said "Nah baby, it's more like your pus*y being in Hell"
I'm one of the motherf*ckers that you read about when you deep in a jail
Grandmama told me I was an angel, funny because I'm a demon as well
I clamp your pus*y open and dump roaches in your uterus
It's a dream, thinking "How the f*ck is anybody doin' this?"
You wonderin' whom would f*ck you in the bullet wound
Then drag your body to it's tomb, I'm not yo average goon
But I like to get drunk and go all out and f*ck a raccoon
They took me off of my leash [??] police so I'm like "zoom"
f*ck your booty with a hand blender, make you taste the cream
You may think that these are nightmares, I like to call em dreams

[Hook: Koshir]
You may think these are nightmares
I like to call them dreams
I really hope you're frightened
Go on, I want you to scream
Blush and gush
And the b*tch screams
Blush and gush
And the b*tch screams
Blu-blush and gush
And the b*tch screams
Blush and gush
And the b*tch screams
Blu-
[Verse 4: Mr. Blacc]
Feel the cold guts as I cuts in silence
Every time I rest my eyes, I see her slowly dyin'
Bloody b*tch ain't kickin' in weeks and torture, horrifyin'
Murder in my dreams, psychopathically smilin'
Eyes so wide open like I'm driving on high beams
I'm scooping out her guts like a bowl of the ice cream
I kill at will, leave a titty at crime scenes
Meat Cleavin' like Lynch Hung, big kill was one of my mama's pipe dreams
Shots of Pyrex, ice, and meth, then chlorazine
I use these things just to cure the annoying screams
Serving spleens and [?] schemes, I get squeams
Guillotines, whips, and tight jeans
b*tch please, I kill with ease, don't test me
Something's in my sleeve, the weakest never resting
I'm the worst thing, monster with a mug mean
Flesh in the bone, I gotta have it, I'm a fiend

[Hook: Koshir]
You may think these are nightmares
I like to call them dreams
I really hope you're frightened
Go on, I want you to scream
Blush and gush
And the b*tch screams
Blush and gush
And the b*tch screams
Blu-blush and gush
And the b*tch screams
Blush and gush
And the b*tch screams