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Do the Manson

The the merrier...
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Oh, OH
The the merrier...

It's the grinder ya can't handle my rugged rape
I shut up, with strips of masking tape
since the pestilence invaded me
I started to decapitate, that hated me
And, I'll murder you in 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 feast on the 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
eat your colon, 'cause I'm rollin' with my mother's enavel
I had sex with all my ex
Then I chopped off there and arms
Now all I got are human
With a chainsaw, for gore
To clean up the
I'll use your fuckin' face to mop the
So...

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Do The Charles
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The the merrier

I eats a maggot
I gay a faggot
I knock boots with dirty prostitutes that look like Jimmy
Yo, I'm incurable like
I can't wait to self-mutilate myself with blades
Blood and guts, blood and guts, Mooney's baggin'
They're to take me away haha!
Straight to the Paddy
Because they my dead body shredder
Now I'll be blendin your achilles
I'm sending some letters
To your family kid, them know I got rid
Of your body after I chopped you like a
Then straight to the garbage bag, another fag for the garbage man
So the body to the garbage can
When it to another murderer kid I'm gorier
The Warriors, leavin' in a state of euphoria
Back in the days when it came to punks I them
But nowadays the Ghoul eat the of his victim
So, word to the lizard, this nigga's
From to December
I'm leavin' dismembered
Bitches get beaten, live the cretin
Got dead rot and cured ready to be eaten
With a knife and a fork, for any punk in New
Take mine, and I'll have to outline body in chalk

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Do The Manson
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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 your sink like the fucking Blob
The silent, violent, is cruel
My mind is darker, then Clyde
The motherfucking stalker, sporting a
stain where human remains
A Teck-9 I pack when I hijack
So ashes to ashes, to dust
I'll admit, I'll shit, and spit on your grave in disgust
So rest in pain, the human may main
The type of shit to any nigga resting in pieces
I clock loot, like a punk a guitar
While loose their virginity in the backseat of my car
I to Killers Anonymous, for my addiction
I'm Clause wishin' you a Merry Crucifixion

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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 gonna you up
I'm chop you up!