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Do the Manson

The the merrier...
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Do The Manson
Do The Dahmer

Do The Charles
Do The Jeffrey
Oh, OH
The the merrier...

It's the grinder ya can't handle my rugged rape
I shut bitches up, strips of masking tape
since the pestilence invaded me
I started to decapitate, that hated me
And, I'll murder you in cold blood for your
Taxin' so people, niggas think I'm the president
So vote, or kid I'll cut throat with the scalpel
Then feast on the flesh of a priest in a chapel
Filled ghouls, your blood crashes
I'm body baggin', niggas in my and Dragons
Adventures, a sicko on the sickest possible level
eat your colon, 'cause I'm rollin' with my mother's enavel
I had sex all my ex hoes
I chopped off there legs and arms
Now all I got are human
With a chainsaw, made for
To clean up the
I'll use your face to mop the floor
So...

Do the Charles
Do the Jeffrey

Do The Charles
Do The Jeffrey

Do The Charles
Do The Dahmer
The the merrier

I eats a maggot
I gay bash a
I knock boots with dirty prostitutes that look like Jimmy
Yo, I'm incurable like
I can't wait to self-mutilate myself razor blades
and guts, blood and guts, Mooney's body baggin'
They're comin' to me away haha!
to the Paddy wagon
Because they my dead body shredder
Now be blendin your achilles tendon
Well I'm sending letters
To your kid, letting them know I got rid
Of your body after I chopped you like a
Then straight to the bag, another dead fag for the garbage man
So carry the to the garbage can
When it comes to another kid I'm gorier
The Warriors, leavin' in a state of euphoria
Back in the when it came to punks I stick them
But nowadays the Ghoul eat the flesh of his
So, to the lizard, this nigga's absurd
January to December
I'm niggas dismembered
get beaten, long live the cretin
Got dead rot and cured ready to be eaten
With a knife and a fork, for any in New York
Take mine, and have to outline your body in chalk

Do the Charles
Do the Jeffrey

Do The Manson
Do The Jeffrey

Do The Charles
Do The Dahmer

Mad my call,
I got the ski mask, For I rob
come through your sink like the fucking Blob
The silent, violent, Ghoul is
My is darker, then Clyde Barker
The stalker, sporting a parka
stain where human remains
A I pack when I hijack planes
So to ashes, dust to dust
I'll admit, I'll shit, and I'll spit on your in disgust
So rest in pain, the human may main
The type of shit to leave any nigga in pieces
I clock loot, a punk playing a guitar
While girls loose their virginity in the of my car
I went to Killers Anonymous, for my
I'm Santa wishin' you a Merry Crucifixion

Do the Charles
Do the Dahmer

Do The Manson
Do The Jeffrey

Do The Charles
Do The Dahmer

Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
I'm gonna you up
I'm chop you up
I'm chop you up!