Lyrics Swamp Murders - Trizz

Swamp Murders

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