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Do the Charles

The the merrier...
Do the Charles
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Do The Charles
Do The Jeffrey

Do The Manson
Do The Dahmer
Oh, OH
The the merrier...

It's the corpse grinder ya can't handle my rape
I bitches up, with strips of masking tape
Ever since the pestilence me
I started to decapitate, motherfuckers hated me
And, I'll you in cold blood for your rent
Taxin' so many people, niggas I'm the president
So vote, or kid I'll cut throat with the scalpel
Then feast on the human flesh of a priest in a
Filled with ghouls, your blood
I'm body baggin', in my Dungeons and Dragons
Adventures, a fuckin' sicko on the sickest level
I'll eat your colon, 'cause I'm rollin' with my mother's
I had sex all my ex hoes
Then I chopped off there legs and
Now all I got are human
With a chainsaw, made for
To clean up the
use your fuckin' 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 morbider the

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

Do the Manson
Do the Jeffrey

Do The Charles
Do The Dahmer

Do The Manson
Do The Jeffrey

Mad my call,
I got the ski mask, For I rob
I'll through your sink like the fucking Blob
The silent, violent, Ghoul is
My is darker, then Clyde Barker
The motherfucking stalker, a parka
Blood where human remains
A Teck-9 I pack I hijack planes
So ashes to ashes, dust to
I'll admit, I'll shit, and I'll on your grave in disgust
So rest in pain, the human may releases
The type of shit to any nigga resting in pieces
I loot, like a punk playing a guitar
girls loose their virginity in the backseat of my car
I to Killers Anonymous, for my addiction
I'm Santa Clause wishin' you a Merry

Do the Charles
Do the Jeffrey

Do The Manson
Do The Jeffrey

Do The Manson
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!