Chain Mail II by Bleachboys Lyrics
[Verse 1: KRISISDEAD]
Murder, murder
Soup ain't amateur
I fuck on your bitch
She said it hurt her
I don't give a fuck about her word or anything else you gotta say
Ratta-tat-tat imma let the gat spray
Maniac Soup, the God of decay
Fuck you
Fuck a double deal
I'll march with the Achilles heel to split your ass in half with a steering wheel
How does it feel you dumbass fucking double crosser?
Imma make your bitch kneel
Bitch, heel
Bitch, you on the other end of the deal
Oh shit, this just got real
Fuck a hoe, end up at the bottom of the lake
Slap your fucking face with a motherfucking rake
Don't fuck with me
That's if you wanna wake up one more day
It's Chain Mail II, bitch
[Verse 2: Oxycaution]
Murder, murder
I'm a junkie heartless bastard
Bitch can't touch me
Beat his face in 'til I'm bloody
Chain Mail II song for the unlucky
Imma kill this motherfucker
Skull's a bloody broken pulp
Sanity's decaying
Fighting spirit
That can't help to fucking hold
Eaten by the mold
My soul's a blackened shadow
Watch it fucking grow
Cop pulled me over
Showed my face and he pulled out his 30
Fucker made me angry
Now I'm mad my clothes are getting dirty
Imma put my thumbnails in his eyes
Ace is dead, Yung Crowe will rise
Oxy makes the virgins cry
Third eye sharp, can't see through lies
Satan's kids committing crimes
Non believers, time to die
Chain Mail II
[Verse 3: Advancers]
Murder, murder
417 on my name
Summoning these demons
Might just hang myself for fame
Hearing all these voices
Put a bullet through my brain
I never gave a fuck
Let my body engulf in flames
Going to ascend to the deepest circle
Come to accept that my soul's infernal
I'm at a crossroads no reversal
Show up to my ashes, none of that verbal
Open that mail off side of the center
Pop another Xanny, I refuse to remember
Level 99, don't make me lose my temper
Take my own life 'cause I don't surrender
[Verse 4: BORDERLINE]
Murder, murder
Druggie junkie
I'll send your body ducking
If not, I pull up with blades and get to body dumping
You see I'm fucking psychotic, out on a killing spree
B-Line turn into a prophet, you begging on your knees
"B-Line! B-Line! I'm too young, it's not my time!
Just have mercy on my soul! Please, I do not wanna die!"
Shut the fuck up, little bitch
Don't you waste your fucking breath
B-Line died and Krow has risen here to give the gift of death
Homicide on my mind
Sending shivers through my spine
Lord of death was once divine
Has taken life but won't take mine
Eliminating parasites
Send 'em straight to paradise
Body dumping at midnight
A feast for maggots, rats, and mice
[Verse 5: Izaguirre]
Don't give a fuck about none of you bitches
I ride with my gang with some chariots
All my life I've encountered some fakes and y'all see through just like an aquarium
Don't even get near me
I don't wanna touch you
You making me sick like bacteria
Created a life of depression and pain
Only thing in my brain is hysteria
The reason why you talk to me is 'cause you know I'm 'bout to blow
Knowing that I'm coming from nothing
Just know I'll be VIP
"Yeah, right"
Bitch, you probably got a fucking STD
Demons of the fucking night
We run up like some fucking knights
Bleachboys be the movement that will rise above the fucking lights
Say I'm acting foolish
Just know it's because I'm Jewish and you say our music trash
Just know your music sewage, aye
Murder, murder
Soup ain't amateur
I fuck on your bitch
She said it hurt her
I don't give a fuck about her word or anything else you gotta say
Ratta-tat-tat imma let the gat spray
Maniac Soup, the God of decay
Fuck you
Fuck a double deal
I'll march with the Achilles heel to split your ass in half with a steering wheel
How does it feel you dumbass fucking double crosser?
Imma make your bitch kneel
Bitch, heel
Bitch, you on the other end of the deal
Oh shit, this just got real
Fuck a hoe, end up at the bottom of the lake
Slap your fucking face with a motherfucking rake
Don't fuck with me
That's if you wanna wake up one more day
It's Chain Mail II, bitch
[Verse 2: Oxycaution]
Murder, murder
I'm a junkie heartless bastard
Bitch can't touch me
Beat his face in 'til I'm bloody
Chain Mail II song for the unlucky
Imma kill this motherfucker
Skull's a bloody broken pulp
Sanity's decaying
Fighting spirit
That can't help to fucking hold
Eaten by the mold
My soul's a blackened shadow
Watch it fucking grow
Cop pulled me over
Showed my face and he pulled out his 30
Fucker made me angry
Now I'm mad my clothes are getting dirty
Imma put my thumbnails in his eyes
Ace is dead, Yung Crowe will rise
Oxy makes the virgins cry
Third eye sharp, can't see through lies
Satan's kids committing crimes
Non believers, time to die
Chain Mail II
[Verse 3: Advancers]
Murder, murder
417 on my name
Summoning these demons
Might just hang myself for fame
Hearing all these voices
Put a bullet through my brain
I never gave a fuck
Let my body engulf in flames
Going to ascend to the deepest circle
Come to accept that my soul's infernal
I'm at a crossroads no reversal
Show up to my ashes, none of that verbal
Open that mail off side of the center
Pop another Xanny, I refuse to remember
Level 99, don't make me lose my temper
Take my own life 'cause I don't surrender
[Verse 4: BORDERLINE]
Murder, murder
Druggie junkie
I'll send your body ducking
If not, I pull up with blades and get to body dumping
You see I'm fucking psychotic, out on a killing spree
B-Line turn into a prophet, you begging on your knees
"B-Line! B-Line! I'm too young, it's not my time!
Just have mercy on my soul! Please, I do not wanna die!"
Shut the fuck up, little bitch
Don't you waste your fucking breath
B-Line died and Krow has risen here to give the gift of death
Homicide on my mind
Sending shivers through my spine
Lord of death was once divine
Has taken life but won't take mine
Eliminating parasites
Send 'em straight to paradise
Body dumping at midnight
A feast for maggots, rats, and mice
[Verse 5: Izaguirre]
Don't give a fuck about none of you bitches
I ride with my gang with some chariots
All my life I've encountered some fakes and y'all see through just like an aquarium
Don't even get near me
I don't wanna touch you
You making me sick like bacteria
Created a life of depression and pain
Only thing in my brain is hysteria
The reason why you talk to me is 'cause you know I'm 'bout to blow
Knowing that I'm coming from nothing
Just know I'll be VIP
"Yeah, right"
Bitch, you probably got a fucking STD
Demons of the fucking night
We run up like some fucking knights
Bleachboys be the movement that will rise above the fucking lights
Say I'm acting foolish
Just know it's because I'm Jewish and you say our music trash
Just know your music sewage, aye