Shawn Parfait - Kill Kount Lyrics

How many must I kill
Probably bout a dozen, I'm straight buggin
These blades comin' like yo bitch bustin
Nut on her face like PB&J

She ride my dick, screamin' andelay
F*ck it, start with Me, wait
Tear her f*ckin' organs out and tie em in a braid
Put em on a plate and then I start to f*ckin' taste

Put it in the oven for maybe a few days
Take it out and I hope the flavor change it decays
Never catch a fade, even if you raid me
How many must I kill

When I get to the end of the pill
I'm grabbin' you still with a powerful drill
And of course I will fill your f*ckin' brain with maggots
From the last bitch f*ckin' faggot, shit I've had it

Great, fantastic, bullet automatic
Never gonna put me in a room that's f*ckin padded
Now that shit's tragic, ball like madden my bad habit
Cause some racket', gut you f*cka's like a rabbit

Need some power, tools and ratchets screams be blastin
Turn the classic, let me show you all what happened
Maskin, murders and carvin' your casket "ugh"
How many must I kill

Probably every person in your group
F*ck me, little f*ckin' f*cker, f*ck you
I'ma bring your bitch's body inside of the booth
Need to get myself off soon, use the blood as the lube

A nasty clown, motherf*cker, I'ma cum in the too
You never knew, lose your brain when you come to the room
I look at this as a blessing
And I can tell that you stressin

I got your bitch here she naked
I will just give a confession
But, first bitch i got a question
How many must I kill
And am I really that crazy

I lose my shit on the daily
Cannibal maybe, throwin' shots, okay B.
Stumpin' out a baby, throw it now like Brady
I study lines from Shady

And f*ckin' hide the 80 bodies inside of the gate geeze wires inside of your face make you f*ckas' say cheese
And smile for the camera, bound to the chande-lier
Found your ear on the side of the canvas

Fear me, my dear, thats okay
I'm a man of many f*ckin' talents
Makin' art with your hands up
Guts, swingin', all about

Slut, watch your f*ckin' mouth
Slit your wrist, you comin' down
To me in this haunted house
You wanted to touch the clown

Sparky, turn your skin to chow
Chew it up and spit it out
Just to feed it to your hound
Hoe, I'm really laughin' now

Slut better really not make a sound
Inside my basement, I know that you bound
Livin', I know that you havin' your doubts
Dead body, look for the smell they found

20 brunettes, cause they head straight brown
Ask me how, not natural
Dry blood, bitch, like a root canal
How many must I Kill?
Every f*ckin' body in my basement

Cops ask bout it, ain't seen them f*ckas a day sense
Sin city, just a chalk line on the pavement
Just the same fit, I hate it
Ape shit is how I been when I'm beginnin' to rape shit vacant lots, just savin' thots
Body parts inside a f*ckin' box
Just grab the locks and laces round her neck
Like a cone from the vet , it's f*ckin' basic "ugh"

Like bullets straight to your name
You sweat bullets in pain
I'm rippin' out all your veins
I crack you open, cocaine

Cobain blastin your brain
I burn your skin with the flames
And clothes with the blood and stains
I bury bones in the grave

You'll never hold them again
Again, I sin, befriend the saint
Satan got in, it's been a blaze
Been a hell of a day, you feelin' brave

Then jump to the f*ckin' gate
Chainsaw I'm about to play
I turn you bitches to steak
Do I wanna fry or bake

Do I wanna thigh or leg
Now that's a desired taste
I'm chewin' f*ckin' your face
Then vanish, don't leave a trace

A clown inside of this place
So keep runnin', bitch, I'll keep up the pace "hahahahahaha"