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Do the Charles

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

Do The Manson
Do The Jeffrey

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

It's the corpse grinder ya can't handle my rugged
I shut up, with strips of masking tape
Ever the pestilence invaded me
I started to decapitate, that hated me
And, murder you in cold blood for your rent
Taxin' so many people, think I'm the president
So vote, or kid I'll cut your throat with the
Then on the human flesh of a priest in a chapel
Filled ghouls, your blood crashes
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 with all my ex
Then I off there legs and arms
Now all I got are human
a chainsaw, made for gore
To clean up the
use your fuckin' face to mop the floor
So...

Do the Charles
Do the Dahmer

Do The Charles
Do The Dahmer

Do The Charles
Do The Dahmer
The the merrier

I cannibal a maggot
I gay bash a
I knock boots with dirty prostitutes that look Jimmy Swaggart
Yo, I'm incurable AIDS
I can't to self-mutilate myself with razor blades
Blood and guts, blood and guts, Mooney's baggin'
They're comin' to me away haha!
Straight to the wagon
Because they found my dead body
Now I'll be blendin your tendon
I'm sending some letters
To your family kid, them know I got rid
Of body after I chopped you like a squid
Then to the garbage 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' niggas in a state of
in the days when it came to punks I stick them
But nowadays the eat the flesh of his victim
So, word to the lizard, this nigga's
January to December
I'm leavin' niggas
Bitches get beaten, live the cretin
Got dead bodies rot and cured ready to be
With a knife and a fork, for any punk in New
Take mine, and have to outline your body in chalk

Do the Charles
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, Clyde Barker
The stalker, sporting a parka
Blood stain where human
A Teck-9 I pack when I hijack
So ashes to ashes, to dust
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 leave any nigga resting in
I clock loot, like a punk a guitar
While girls loose virginity in the backseat of my car
I to Killers Anonymous, for my addiction
I'm Santa wishin' you a Merry Crucifixion

Do the Charles
Do the Dahmer

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 gonna you up!