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Oh, OH
The the merrier...

It's the corpse grinder ya can't handle my rugged
I bitches up, with strips of masking tape
Ever since the invaded me
I started to decapitate, that hated me
And, I'll murder you in cold blood for your
Taxin' so many people, think I'm the president
So vote, or kid I'll cut your throat the scalpel
feast 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' on the sickest possible level
eat your colon, 'cause I'm rollin' with my mother's enavel
I had sex all my ex hoes
Then I chopped off there and arms
Now all I got are torsos
With a chainsaw, for gore
To up the blood
I'll use your face to mop the floor
So...

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The morbider the

I cannibal eats a
I gay bash a
I boots with dirty prostitutes that look like Jimmy Swaggart
Yo, I'm incurable like
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!
to the Paddy wagon
Because they found my dead shredder
Now I'll be blendin achilles tendon
Well I'm sending some
To your kid, letting them know I got rid
Of your body I chopped 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 comes to murderer 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 Ghoul eat the flesh of his
So, word to the lizard, nigga's absurd
From January to
I'm leavin' dismembered
Bitches get beaten, live the cretin
Got bodies 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 outline your body in

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

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Do The Manson
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Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
I'm chop you up
I'm chop you up
I'm chop you up!