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reapers up in my Jeeper Creeper\n[01:12.31] Shawty got pretty blue eyes, I'ma carve out her damn peepers, yeah\n[01:15.82] I got a hot head and cleaver, I always got a damn fever, yeah\n[01:18.99] My eyes turning so yellow when I'm drinking that Tussarina, yeah\n[01:22.57] Finger licking, pistol whipping, stay true like true religion, yeah\n[01:26.05] Took three Oxys, I don't feel like living, I live fast like affliction\n[01:29.44] I'm nailed to the cross, straight through the veins\n[01:31.81] Got my wrist busted\n[01:33.25] The end is nigh, the world crushes, I'm off Robitussin\n[01:36.10] Robitussin, we fucked up\n[01:37.18] I'm fucked up off four drugs\n[01:39.16] That sun's up and you better run\n[01:41.08] There's a body bag stuffed in the trunk\n[01:43.24] Could a corpse lying dead, cold, stiff and sadate\n[01:46.48] Even cry in the bed that it once lay awake?\n[01:49.62] I don't know, but there's a leaking, weeping, dark red stain\n[01:53.35] Scrub the sheets, cleaning, 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wrist\nSuffer my wrist, yeah\nSuffer my wrist\nYour lil wrist suffering, begging like Jesus, yeah\nSuffer my wrist, suffer my neck\nDie for my wrist, yeah\nLook at my wrist\nDiamonds show blood like crucifixion\n\nBlood of the lamb\nPour it out over my wrist, yeah\nSuffer my wrist\nI do not suffer no bitch, nah\nClips on clips\nSkulls on my wrist, they scream, yeah\nSuck my dick\nMade that lil demon bitch kiss my wrist","syncedLyrics":"[00:17.43] H-H-H-Hauntaholics\n[00:19.26] Yaah\n[00:20.44] Real haunted mound\n[00:23.20] Grave man\n[00:24.56] Aaahhh\n[00:27.67] Suffer my wrist, suffer my wrist\n[00:29.31] Suffer my wrist, yeah\n[00:31.08] Suffer my wrist\n[00:31.95] Your lil' wrist suffering, begging like Jesus, yeah\n[00:34.71] Suffer my wrist, suffer my neck\n[00:36.43] Die for my wrist, yeah\n[00:38.41] Look at my wrist\n[00:39.28] Diamonds show blood like crucifixion\n[00:41.69] Blood of the lamb\n[00:42.99] Pour it out over my wrist, yeah\n[00:44.79] Suffer my wrist\n[00:45.82] 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192390\n- text: Suck my dick\n  start_ms: 192390\n  end_ms: 193480\n- text: Made that lil demon bitch kiss my wrist\n  start_ms: 193480\n  end_ms: 200020\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 200020\nplain: |-\n  H-H-H-Hauntaholics\n  Yaah\n  Real haunted mound\n  Grave man\n  Aaahhh\n\n  Suffer my wrist, suffer my wrist\n  Suffer my wrist, yeah\n  Suffer my wrist\n  Your lil' wrist suffering, begging like Jesus, yeah\n  Suffer my wrist, suffer my neck\n  Die for my wrist, yeah\n  Look at my wrist\n  Diamonds show blood like crucifixion\n\n  Blood of the lamb\n  Pour it out over my wrist, yeah\n  Suffer my wrist\n  I do not suffer no bitch, nah\n  Clips on clips\n  Skulls on my wrist, they scream, yeah\n  Suck my dick\n  Made that lil demon bitch kiss my wrist\n  (Hauntaholics)\n\n  Ride in a hearse so you can call me a damn Skull Rider\n  Already high, look like a dead body gettin' higher\n  My Dragula skates, bitch suckin' me look like Winona Ryder\n  Die for my wrist, spend it all up and burn in that hell fire forever\n  Grave man, I pull up with reapers up in my Jeeper Creeper\n  Shawty got pretty blue eyes, I'ma carve out her damn peepers, yeah\n  I got a hot head and cleaver, I always got a damn fever, yeah\n  My eyes turning so yellow when I'm drinking that Tussarina, yeah\n\n  Finger licking, pistol whipping, stay true like true religion, yeah\n  Took three Oxys, I don't feel like living, I live fast like affliction\n  I'm nailed to the cross, straight through the veins\n  Got my wrist busted\n  The end is nigh, the world crushes, I'm off Robitussin\n\n  Robitussin, we fucked up\n  I'm fucked up off four drugs\n  That sun's up and you better run\n  There's a body bag stuffed in the trunk\n  Could a corpse lying dead, cold, stiff and sadate\n  Even cry in the bed that it once lay awake?\n  I don't know, but there's a leaking, weeping, dark red stain\n  Scrub the sheets, cleaning, bleaching, peeling off the decay\n\n  How you gonna crawl away from a gunshot?\n  Skewered with an oak tree branch I just sawed off\n  Almost autumn, I'm just counting all the leaves fall\n  You'll be hidden, you'll be missing, on a poster, dead and gone\n  All these wings up on my jeans, I'm not tryna go to heaven\n  I'm just tryna be released, heart beating with a hammer\n\n  Suffering for my wrist though\n  In my butcher house, blood on the walls\n  When I die, bury me in smoke\n  So in peace my soul will go\n  I'ma get a breitling\n  I'm all alone, bitch, fuck it all\n  If I die, bury it in my tomb\n  So my wrist will be icy though\n  (Aaaaaagh)\n\n  Suffer my wrist, suffer my wrist\n  Suffer my wrist, yeah\n  Suffer my wrist\n  Your lil wrist suffering, begging like Jesus, yeah\n  Suffer my wrist, suffer my neck\n  Die for my wrist, yeah\n  Look at my wrist\n  Diamonds show blood like crucifixion\n\n  Blood of the lamb\n  Pour it out over my wrist, yeah\n  Suffer my wrist\n  I do not suffer no bitch, nah\n  Clips on clips\n  Skulls on my wrist, they scream, yeah\n  Suck my dick\n  Made that lil demon bitch kiss my wrist\n"}]