Kim — Verse 3

Scored May 17, 2026

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Come on, get out! I can't! I'm scared

I said get out, bitch! Let go of my hair!

Please don't do this, baby! Please! I love you!

Look, we can just take Hailie and leave! Fuck you!

You did this to us! You did it! It's your fault

Oh my God, I'm crackin' up – get a grip, Marshall!

Hey, 'member the time we went to Brian's party

And you were, like, so drunk that you threw up all over Archie?

That was funny, wasn't it? Yes

See, it all makes sense, doesn't it?

You and your husband have a fight, one of you tries to grab a knife

And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adam's apple sliced (No)

And while this is going on, his son just woke up

And he walks in, she panics, and he gets his throat cut (Oh my God)

So now they both dead and you slash your own throat (No)

So now it's double homicide and suicide with no note

I should've known better when you started to act weird

We could've—hey, where you going? Get back here

You can't run from me, Kim! It's just us, nobody else

You're only making this harder on yourself

Haha, gotcha! Go ahead, yell

Here, I'll scream with you: Ahh, somebody help!

Don't you get it, bitch? No one can hear you

Now shut the fuck up and get what's comin' to you

You were supposed to love me

Now bleed, bitch, bleed!

Bleed, bitch, bleed!

Bleed!

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