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Do the Manson

The the merrier...
Do the Manson
Do the Jeffrey

Do The Charles
Do The Jeffrey

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

It's the corpse ya can't handle my rugged rape
I shut bitches up, with strips of masking
since the pestilence invaded me
I to decapitate, motherfuckers that hated me
And, I'll murder you in blood for your rent
Taxin' so many people, niggas think I'm the
So vote, or kid I'll cut throat with the scalpel
Then on the human flesh of a priest in a chapel
with ghouls, your blood crashes
I'm body baggin', niggas in my Dungeons and
Adventures, a fuckin' 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
a chainsaw, made for gore
To up the blood
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 Jeffrey
The the merrier

I cannibal eats a
I gay bash a
I knock boots dirty prostitutes that look like Jimmy Swaggart
Yo, I'm like AIDS
I wait to self-mutilate myself with razor blades
Blood and guts, blood and guts, Mooney's baggin'
They're comin' to take me haha!
Straight to the Paddy
Because they found my body shredder
Now I'll be blendin achilles tendon
Well I'm sending letters
To your family kid, letting them I got rid
Of your after I chopped you like a squid
Then straight to the garbage bag, dead fag for the garbage man
So the body to the garbage can
it comes to another murderer kid I'm gorier
The Warriors, leavin' in a state of euphoria
in the days when it came to punks I stick them
But nowadays the Ghoul eat the of his victim
So, word to the lizard, this nigga's
January to December
I'm leavin' niggas
get beaten, long live the cretin
Got dead rot and cured ready to be eaten
With a and a fork, for any punk in New York
Take mine, and I'll have to your body in chalk

Do the Manson
Do the Jeffrey

Do The Charles
Do The Jeffrey

Do The Charles
Do The Dahmer

Mad my call,
I got the ski mask, For I rob
I'll come through your like the fucking Blob
The silent, violent, is cruel
My mind is darker, then Clyde
The stalker, sporting a parka
Blood stain human remains
A Teck-9 I when I hijack planes
So ashes to ashes, dust to
I'll admit, I'll shit, and spit on your grave in disgust
So rest in pain, the may main releases
The type of shit to leave any nigga resting in
I clock loot, like a punk playing a
While 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 Charles
Do The Jeffrey

Do The Charles
Do The Jeffrey

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!