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Vanquish (Simpgod Interlude) Video (MV)




Performed By: Fookboiwun
Language: English
Length: 3:38
Written by: adrian romo




Fookboiwun - Vanquish (Simpgod Interlude) Lyrics
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Yeah
Vossay and fookboi
Alright
Cause i
Never gave a f*ck about a hater
Or the diamonds and the paper
I'm a motherf*cking saber
With my fangs on your neighbor
Lurking wit a hoodie
And some dickies in the trees
Watching you breathe
And I'm
Ready for the action when you get to packing
Getting all your things for the trip to paris
I'm plotting on your death
Wait and see what happens
Thinking of the ways i gotta clean it after
Vanquish all the evidence from the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
Figure it out no hints
Call me james earl cash
I'm hunting this man
Looking around for a plan
Use this plastic bag
Cut circulation to his brain
Watch his legs stiff like a crane
Feed his brain to his great dane
Raid his pantry
And eat all the damn chow mein
I need this man lost man
Thinking of the costs man
I'm tryna ruin his time with his fam
Just him or the whole bam
Might as well make em' all scram
Machete to the neck
Siblings screaming
Call me the ice cream man
I might just go with this plan
Vanquish all the evidence from the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
Vanquish all the evidence from the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
Vanquish all the evidence from the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
Vanquish all the evidence from the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
I'm
Storming in or sneaking thru
What's the best solution for making a move
Shoot the fool or grab a tool
Sneak in the bedroom put a dent or two
In your dad's cranium for making em'
Your mom's next she likes anal shun
She called me son now theirs eight of em'
Can't believe she decided the fate of em'
Uhh yeah
I f*cked her once after i ate her shun
Ooo damn
Your daddy rolled up in the expensive rug
Ooo shit
Face cream for ya momma that's a busted nut
Ooo damn
She handed me the glock and said that was fun
Now i gotta creep thru the halls
Make sure nothing falls
And kill em' all
One by one
It should be fun
For the twisted runt who can't even take a punch
Sandman killer
Take a bunch
Slit his throat and hang this one
Make one run right into one
Tie em up and drown em' done
Vanquish all the evidence from the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
Vanquish all the evidence from the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
Puffing tree
There's only three
Call me jason vorhees
This is
Friday the 13th
Hide and seek
N' I'm off the morphine
I'm
F*cked up might just shoot the gun
Oh
Well there goes another one
You feel me shun
Two left
He's eating pillow till he's outta breath
Knife in his chest
Nice bloody vest
His last breathe
Was a bloody mess
Now one left
My conquest
Thinking of the act for the last death
Grab your suitcase
Smash face then
Mace then
Raid then
Kick your f*cking face in
Vanquish all the evidence from the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
Time to celebrate
With the momma cakes
And an eighth of great
Making no mistakes
I'm the f*cking simpgod today
I'm the f*cking simpgod today
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Yeah
Vossay and fookboi
Alright
Cause i
Never gave a f*ck about a hater
Or the diamonds and the paper
I'm a motherf*cking saber
With my fangs on your neighbor
Lurking wit a hoodie
And some dickies in the trees
Watching you breathe
And I'm
Ready for the action when you get to packing
Getting all your things for the trip to paris
I'm plotting on your death
Wait and see what happens
Thinking of the ways i gotta clean it after
Vanquish all the evidence from the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
Figure it out no hints
Call me james earl cash
I'm hunting this man
Looking around for a plan
Use this plastic bag
Cut circulation to his brain
Watch his legs stiff like a crane
Feed his brain to his great dane
Raid his pantry
And eat all the damn chow mein
I need this man lost man
Thinking of the costs man
I'm tryna ruin his time with his fam
Just him or the whole bam
Might as well make em' all scram
Machete to the neck
Siblings screaming
Call me the ice cream man
I might just go with this plan
Vanquish all the evidence from the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
Vanquish all the evidence from the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
Vanquish all the evidence from the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
Vanquish all the evidence from the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
I'm
Storming in or sneaking thru
What's the best solution for making a move
Shoot the fool or grab a tool
Sneak in the bedroom put a dent or two
In your dad's cranium for making em'
Your mom's next she likes anal shun
She called me son now theirs eight of em'
Can't believe she decided the fate of em'
Uhh yeah
I f*cked her once after i ate her shun
Ooo damn
Your daddy rolled up in the expensive rug
Ooo shit
Face cream for ya momma that's a busted nut
Ooo damn
She handed me the glock and said that was fun
Now i gotta creep thru the halls
Make sure nothing falls
And kill em' all
One by one
It should be fun
For the twisted runt who can't even take a punch
Sandman killer
Take a bunch
Slit his throat and hang this one
Make one run right into one
Tie em up and drown em' done
Vanquish all the evidence from the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
Vanquish all the evidence from the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
Puffing tree
There's only three
Call me jason vorhees
This is
Friday the 13th
Hide and seek
N' I'm off the morphine
I'm
F*cked up might just shoot the gun
Oh
Well there goes another one
You feel me shun
Two left
He's eating pillow till he's outta breath
Knife in his chest
Nice bloody vest
His last breathe
Was a bloody mess
Now one left
My conquest
Thinking of the act for the last death
Grab your suitcase
Smash face then
Mace then
Raid then
Kick your f*cking face in
Vanquish all the evidence from the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
Time to celebrate
With the momma cakes
And an eighth of great
Making no mistakes
I'm the f*cking simpgod today
I'm the f*cking simpgod today
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Writer: adrian romo
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