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necro bitch
yo yo yo yo........

brutal style knife verbel dice
nice splice your together like tape
the great, bloods pouring on your cocksuckin head,
fuckin dead
bury corpse very sick, very merry

morbid it, get more sick
like a low budget goreflick on some carnavore
kid ya akward, walk with, bash in the nose
that you snort wit, talk shit

rip the flamer, shove the clip and pull the back, cock it back
aim it, now your famous, its writin all over face, that your fake,
plus you out of shape, keep it dont make caress your head god the dead

rip the flamer, shove the clip and pull the hammer back, cock it
aim it, now your famous, its all over your face, that your fake,
plus you out of shape, keep it dont make caress your head god bless the

da original, skitzophrenic, epedemic, the bleeds
jewerly and desease, the answer is cancerous, lyrics that'll the master
is me!

cool off in the warm bath of
mad, you die, you bleed, you cry
i laugh, we snicker, we
through your skull, pull the trigger
your is history, evil like a fat bastard
with tits that stretch like Mr. Fantastic
my are 1,000 times, more putrid, then a shit spill potty
next to your dead body.....in a of no renewz-it
more stenchin then your corpse up in the truck, as me and my henchmen
light up the skunk, and around BUDDAH.......Puffin

blood and guts, got no love for
stab anything that stairs, i bet nobody
i kill and smile, the style, a million piles of dead homos
that try to rap the vile, now pass the so i can pop you G
the cops are verbal murder your spot B

rip the flamer, shove the and pull the hammer back, cock it back
aim it, now your famous, its all over your face, that your fake,
plus you out of shape, it dont make.......???

RIP THE FLAMER KID, SHOVE THE CLIP INSIDE
THEN COCK THE HAMMER BACK, AND BLOW YOUR FUCKIN OUT BITCH

i can shut you up many ways, beat you dead, use a and a thread
chop up your tounge feed it to humans, like meat and
chokin whores till vocal cords burst out of your throat
and blood on the floor, now your for.
shove a spook in your jaw, tie it with wires, put on your mouth
ask you some questions, after you reply is

i got a huge buzz, with a in my hand ready to give your skull a
crew cut, when i use drugs, wut glue does turns me in to s'cause
like the capal through punks

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