Swamp Murders - Trizz

Shut up bitch

You ain’t shit

That’s why you dead now

Head down

Looking drunk

The devil said «Wow»

I don’t fuck around with fuck-arounds

I’m real shit

Get killed quick talking slick

Hop in a boat

Ridin slow and end up at the moat

Hide you in a shallow grave that cadaver dogs will never know

Disappear, shit is weird

I’m who these bitches fear

Meet 'em, date 'em, hate 'em, kill 'em, dump 'em

Then I disappear

I’m not your average nigga, bitch

I wanna make it clear

Hate you with a passion

Meaning when I say that it’s sincere

Most hate it, unfaded

Even when I’m faded

Choppin bodies up

And then we ate it as we celebrated

Made it to be famous off this shit

Cannibal, Crowned Baby Ripgut

I taught my nigga Mannibal

SiccMade till I die bringing shit raw

Uncooked getting paid for my shit talk nigga

Where’s Mom, Where’s Dad

Oh so sad

No head, she’s dead, that’s your bad

Her gone, no more, I’m so glad

Cold case, without a trace, they so mad

I dragged her through the mud

I thought we had love

I gave her all I had

When she didn’t give a fuck

Body all slumped

Knocked with the pump

Shotgun busts

Point blank

It’s a must

She gonna get touched like my dick when it bust

All on her butt or when I’m getting my dick sucked

Fucking slut, always talking all that stuff

Getting reckless through a text trying to flex like ya tough

Trizz had enough Imma give you what you want

With no hesitation I’m anxious you fuckin.

Wait hold up

I’m disrespectful as fuck

Calling you a cunt

It ain’t in me but what the fuck

Man these bitches be on a nigga

Mad cause they want a nigga

But can’t have me die slow bitch

Tie you to the top of my car and drive slow bitch

Where’s Mom, Where’s Dad

Oh so sad

No head, she’s dead, that’s your bad

Her gone, no more, I’m so glad

Cold case, without a trace, they so mad

Trizz, AKA Baby Ripgut Madesicc nigga Do us

Fuck her fuck she… all of that nigga.

Written In Smoke

Write that shit so you can barely see it but you can understand it bitch