MANHUNT lyrics

by

HXLX


[Intro]
NECROSOCIETY, we kill, dismember, and eat our victims

[Verse 1: NEEDLEGUTS]
How many victims?
I stick in and out, I use this blade just like it's my di*k
I'm f*ckin' her corpse, got her whole face covered up in plastic
I gave up on my meds, b*tch, I love feeling f*cking manic
Walk out of the psych ward, look how everybody panic
Alive or dead, b*tch, you'll get burried
Stompin' all their smiles, I'm collecting teeth up like tooth fairy
Heat the heroin up in my spoon, it makes me happy
All these f*cking drugs around me, b*tch, they make me happy

[Verse 2: HXLX]
Hunt, kill for the f*cking trill
Chase, grab and then I f*cking stab
Crack the bones, make them snap
Leave you hanging by a shred
Gut you open like a fish
When you're soft and getting stiff
b*tch, I love the f*cking risk
Getting caught, they ain't catching sh*t
Taunting the police, sending letters to the station
Sever your limbs, b*tch, I love the mutilation
[Bridge: HXLX]
It's a manhunt
Manhunt
It's a manhunt
Manhunt
It's a manhunt
Manhunt
It's a manhunt
Manhunt

[Verse 3: KILLRIDDLE]
Bag over your head
I wanna watch you suffocate
I'mma end your f*ckin' life
All I do is eradicate
On a killin' spree all day
I won't be finished by 8
I'm guttin' stupid sl*ts so brutal, you would get a stomach ache
Ugh, you say you 'bout it, 'bout it
But you ain't 'bout it, 'bout it
You got a blade, you think you tuff, you are not nothin' without it
Ugh, you say you 'bout it, 'bout it
But you ain't 'bout it, 'bout it
You got a blade, you think you tuff, you are not nothin' without it
b*tch, I'm walkin' in the night
b*tch, I'm f*ckin' creepin'
I'm in your bedroom, watchin' over whilst your f*ckin' sleepin'
I'm 'bout to put the pillow over your mouth, stop you breathin'
There's nothing left for me in life, so I watch people weepin'
[Verse 4: SENTFROMIRAQ]
Cross the f*cking border, b*tch, I ain't tryna get caught
Cross the f*cking line, b*tch, I ain't tryna get mopped
Gun down every faggot in my way, b*tch, I ain't tryna get stopped
Bullets and stab wounds in my f*cking dead opps
Like the f*cking black ops
We be f*cking moving
That's a f*cking dead cop
Really put 'em through it
Barret 50. Cal
Now I can see right through 'em
b*tch, you're getting gunned down
Boy, this is the new me

[Outro]
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