Bitch Cutter - Grim B, Rozz Dyliams

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