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Pitchforks
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Boondox
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Welcome to the South, you got a pretty mouth And if it make a sound I'll take your tongue and rip it out And please excuse the mess, I wasn't expecting guests But since you're here we might as well just try and make the best Why you out here all alone? On your own so far from home? And who you thinkin' 'bout callin' stop with the scrollin', give me that f**kin' phone Ain't nobody gon' hear you scream and hell naw, this ain't no dream You dancin' with the devil, now some things about to get extrеme You seem a little tensе and once again excuse my manners It must be a little stressful, me here standing with a hammer But I promise it don't matter, I got something else in mind And even though I love the spatter, I think I'ma take my time She my baby, my darling, she harvest the garden Yeah, she precious like candy, she thirsty, that b*t*h starving All we do is sit around, soaking in the blood It's a flood, soak it up, I'm in love with my pitchfork She my baby, my darling, she harvest the garden Yeah, she precious like candy, she thirsty, that b*t*h starving All we do is sit around, soaking in the blood It's a flood, soak it up, I'm in love with my pitchfork My girl is starving, yeah, I call her Clementine And oh my daughter I think that you gon' like this friend of mine She all about that loving, and her kiss is soft But if you keep on struggling, b*t*h, then I promise you gon' p*ss her off 'Cause this sh*t lovely, just beautiful from head to toe Not very cuddly but when she grab you, she ain't letting go And she just let me know that she ready to play So I'll undo this rope, then b*t*h you need to run away I'm playin', we ain't chasin', but you should have seen your face I think it's time we feed her craving, she been waiting for a taste When she enter you I promise you ain't never felt this way She my pitchfork, your God is predator and you're the prey She my baby, my darling, she harvest the garden Yeah, she precious like candy, she thirsty, that b*t*h starving All we do is sit around, soaking in the blood It's a flood, soak it up, I'm in love with my pitchfork She my baby, my darling, she harvest the garden Yeah, she precious like candy, she thirsty, that b*t*h starving All we do is sit around, soaking in the blood It's a flood, soak it up, I'm in love with my pitchfork
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