Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bitch Cutter, artist - Grim BDate of issue: 02.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bitch Cutter |
| Slit Cut Slit Cut Cut |
| Yeah I rock my scrubs and do what the fuck I want |
| Three Sixteen L cut you all the way to hell |
| I be smoking blunts before your operation what’s the smell |
| What the heck bitch its young Jeck |
| Groin to the neck |
| Disembowel with no gloves just to get my hands wet |
| Touch my money get my bands wet |
| Flip my handset Yellow! |
| You best check the county morgue cause I just sent your man below |
| Because eine liebe (?) the surgery (?) |
| Rozzy schneidet dem Kopf (?) |
| You don’t know what I can do |
| Missiles ripping and flying fool |
| Committed to the surgery |
| Committing homicide on you |
| Code Blue — I see you |
| You and yours flying through |
| Love the feeling of a pair of scissors when its slicing you |
| Got some tricks up my sleeve turn you into Christopher Reeves |
| In my treehouse of terror no one do it quite like I do |
| Enemies wanna violate ya |
| Bitches wanna eavesdrop |
| My mansion is a morgue I just let the damn deceased rot |
| Heat cock got you bitches flying like a geese flock |
| Matter of fact you pussies rolled up on the OBG' doc |
| Full pack laughing crazy letting my fucking teeth rot |
| Hit you in the head with a brick then hit the stupid ass fucking weed shop |
| Daha Doha Doha hee haw |
| K2 cowboy kill ya when I see ya |
| Boy I’m bout to throw a |
| Bombay po' up |
| Knife tip impaling tear your bitches throat up |
| Find me in Norway chilling in the forest |
| Posted up in the shed fucking something gorgeous |
| Fill em up with dirt |
| Throw em with the corpses |
| Head back to the fortress |
| All my tools cordless |
| Drilling |
| Drilling |
| All my victims willing |
| They tell me that is thrilling so you better start digging |
| Cause theres bodies to the ceiling and theres bodies in the basement |
| Never take the mask off underneath I’m faceless |
| Tell me when the bass hits |
| Show me where the face splits |
| Remove all the skin so I can make a Louis bag bitch |
| Haters wanna act like I’m something that I’m not |
| I’ve been alive so long if I wait I’d see em rot |
| Tie that rope |
| Round the neck |
| Pull it hard |
| Hear em' pop |
| I’m the dead man on the block |
| Bloodstains on my crocs |
| Let em' all talk… Let me see your Glock |
| I’ll even stand still while you try to take the shot |
| Bitch |