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Money Hungary

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Now I know y'all ain't ready for this
That's right; Money Hungary is back for halloween
Here to terrify the rap game
You are listening to
Samormous P and Will You Blend
The inventors of the Bintar and
Undisputed west side champions
Shoutout to my homies in Budapest
I won't keep y'all waiting any more
What were you saying Sam?

My ops scared of me
I'm clinically insane
Bitches call me zombie
The way they give me brain
You can kill me
I wouldn't the pain
Cut at your neck going straight to the vein
Bars king-sized; rich neighborhood
Me and my gang we up to no good
I'm in your fucking walls
Look around
You're gonna fall and then
You'll drown
Who you gonna call?
No ones around ay
I'm cooking no witch's brew
What y'all bitches gonna do?
I got the molly
I got the lean
Money Hungary Halloween

Money Hungary Halloween
We are coming for your spleen
Vacant rooms make empty tombs
Now inhale our exhaust fumes

I'm back in this bitch
I'm back in this bitch
Run up on Money Hungary
End up in a ditch
Keeping a chainsaw
Watching my brain rot
You think you scary
Oh bitch hell nah
Stomping on skellingtons
Think about ending it
Don't try to cross me
I keep an F&N
Rolling corpses under my tires
Fucking your bitch until we get tired ugh

Money Hungary Halloween
We are coming for your spleen
Vacant rooms make empty tombs
Now inhale our exhaust fumes

Ash Williams I'll cut you up
Army of Darkness off the cuff
You try to run... no luck
I'll hang you up, like a scarecrow
Throw fire to your body till you burn slow
Slow, like the approach of my army
Gang full of zombies
Please come cross me ugh
Your corpse is rotting
Out in my yard
Don't try to escape
You won't get far
You're one of us
My undead army
Out on the hunt
For a blood party ugh
It's Hungarian Halloween
Make a scene
Trick or treat

Money Hungary Halloween
We are coming for your spleen
Vacant rooms make empty tombs
Now inhale our exhaust fumes

I'm gonna knock you out
Tie you up
Looks like, you're out of luck
Tie you, to the chair
Then I'll cut off all your hair
Take the blade, lets make a show
Do you really need, all ten toes?
Webbed feet, stay weaved
It's all Hallow's Eve
You'll scream, you'll try to kick
But all I'm owing is this Rick
They're screaming at me
"God you're sick!"
You're gonna get mutilated
Slowly your vision is fading
The pains not automated
Snuff films stay x-rated

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