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Do the Manson

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

It's the corpse grinder ya can't my rugged rape
I shut bitches up, with strips of tape
Ever since the pestilence me
I started to decapitate, motherfuckers hated me
And, I'll murder you in cold for your 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
with ghouls, your blood crashes
I'm body baggin', niggas in my Dungeons and
Adventures, a fuckin' sicko on the sickest possible
I'll eat your colon, 'cause I'm rollin' my mother's enavel
I had sex with all my ex
I chopped off there legs and arms
Now all I got are torsos
With a chainsaw, made for
To up the blood
I'll use your fuckin' face to mop the
So...

Do the Manson
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Do The Manson
Do The Dahmer

Do The Manson
Do The Jeffrey
The morbider the

I cannibal eats a
I gay a faggot
I knock boots with dirty prostitutes that look like Swaggart
Yo, I'm like AIDS
I can't to self-mutilate myself with razor blades
Blood and guts, blood and guts, body baggin'
They're comin' to me away haha!
Straight to the Paddy
Because they my dead body shredder
Now be blendin your achilles tendon
I'm sending some letters
To your family kid, letting know I got rid
Of your body after I chopped you a squid
Then straight to the garbage bag, another fag for the garbage man
So carry the to the garbage can
When it to another murderer kid I'm gorier
The Warriors, leavin' niggas in a state of
Back in the days it came to punks I stick them
But nowadays the Ghoul eat the of his victim
So, to the lizard, this nigga's absurd
January to December
I'm niggas dismembered
Bitches get beaten, long the cretin
Got dead 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 your body in chalk

Do the Charles
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Do The Charles
Do The Dahmer

Do The Charles
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 Barker
The stalker, sporting a parka
Blood 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 in pain, the human may main releases
The type of shit to leave any nigga in pieces
I loot, like a punk playing a guitar
While girls loose their in the backseat of my car
I went to Killers Anonymous, for my
I'm Santa wishin' you a Merry Crucifixion

Do the Charles
Do the Dahmer

Do The Charles
Do The Dahmer

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 chop you up!