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Do the Manson

The the merrier...
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Do The Manson
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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
Ever the pestilence invaded me
I started to decapitate, motherfuckers hated me
And, I'll murder you in cold blood for rent
Taxin' so people, niggas think I'm the president
So vote, or kid I'll cut your throat with the
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 sicko on the sickest possible 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
With a chainsaw, for gore
To clean up the
I'll use your face to mop the floor
So...

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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 incurable like
I wait to self-mutilate myself with razor blades
Blood and guts, and guts, Mooney's body baggin'
They're comin' to take me haha!
Straight to the Paddy
Because found my dead body shredder
Now be blendin your achilles tendon
I'm sending some letters
To family kid, letting them know I got rid
Of your body after I chopped you like a
Then to the garbage bag, another dead fag for the garbage man
So carry the body to the can
When it comes to murderer kid I'm gorier
The Warriors, leavin' in a state of euphoria
Back in the when it came to punks I stick them
But the Ghoul eat the flesh of his victim
So, to the lizard, this nigga's absurd
From to December
I'm niggas dismembered
Bitches get beaten, long the cretin
Got dead bodies rot and cured to be eaten
a knife 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 Manson
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Do The Charles
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Mad my call,
I got the ski mask, For I rob
come through your sink like the fucking Blob
The silent, violent, is cruel
My mind is darker, Clyde Barker
The motherfucking stalker, a parka
stain where human remains
A I pack when I hijack planes
So ashes to ashes, dust to
I'll admit, I'll shit, and I'll spit on your in disgust
So in pain, the human may main releases
The type of shit to any nigga resting in pieces
I clock loot, a punk playing a guitar
While girls loose their virginity in the of my car
I went to Killers Anonymous, for my
I'm Santa wishin' you a Merry Crucifixion

Do the Charles
Do the Jeffrey

Do The Manson
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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 gonna you up
I'm gonna you up
I'm chop you up!