Edgar Blood - Murder Shack Lyrics

I got nothin' but the shirt on my back,
Left me for dead, I'm gonna cut you no slack.
Don't get it twisted, I'm fuckin pissed and,
I'm gonna take you to my murder shack.

You got nothin' but my name in your mouth,
you're tied up, there's no saving you now.
The locks are tight, I got my knife,
I'm gonna send you to the man down south.

Let me put it in your mouth,
let me hear you scream and shout,
does the barrel of a Glock taste a lot
like the shit you talk.