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Do the Manson

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

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

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

Do the Manson
Do the Jeffrey

Do The Charles
Do The Dahmer

Do The Charles
Do The Jeffrey
The the merrier

I cannibal a maggot
I gay bash a
I knock boots with dirty prostitutes that look like Swaggart
Yo, I'm incurable like
I can't to self-mutilate myself with razor blades
and guts, blood and guts, Mooney's body baggin'
They're comin' to me away haha!
Straight to the wagon
Because they found my body shredder
Now I'll be blendin achilles tendon
Well I'm sending letters
To your family kid, letting know I got rid
Of your body after I you like a squid
Then straight to the garbage bag, dead fag for the garbage man
So carry the body to the can
When it comes to another murderer kid I'm
The Warriors, leavin' in a state of euphoria
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 niggas dismembered
get beaten, long live the cretin
Got dead bodies rot and ready to be eaten
With a knife and a fork, for any punk in New
mine, and I'll have to outline your body in chalk

Do the Manson
Do the Dahmer

Do The Manson
Do The Dahmer

Do The Manson
Do The Jeffrey

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

Do the Manson
Do the Dahmer

Do The Charles
Do The Jeffrey

Do The Charles
Do The Dahmer

Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
I'm chop you up
I'm gonna you up
I'm gonna you up!