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Oh, OH
The the merrier...

It's the grinder ya can't handle my rugged rape
I shut bitches up, with of masking tape
Ever the pestilence invaded me
I to decapitate, motherfuckers that hated me
And, I'll murder you in cold blood for your
Taxin' so many people, niggas think I'm the
So vote, or kid I'll cut throat with the scalpel
Then feast on the human of a priest in a chapel
Filled with ghouls, blood crashes
I'm body baggin', in my Dungeons and Dragons
Adventures, a fuckin' sicko on the sickest possible
I'll eat your colon, 'cause I'm rollin' with my mother's
I had sex with all my ex
Then I chopped off there and arms
Now all I got are torsos
a chainsaw, made for gore
To up the blood
I'll use your face to mop the floor
So...

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Do The Charles
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Do The Charles
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The morbider the

I cannibal a maggot
I gay a faggot
I knock boots with prostitutes that look like Jimmy Swaggart
Yo, I'm like AIDS
I can't wait to self-mutilate myself with razor
Blood and guts, blood and guts, Mooney's baggin'
They're comin' to take me haha!
to the Paddy wagon
Because found my dead body shredder
Now I'll be blendin your achilles
Well I'm sending letters
To your family kid, letting them I got rid
Of your body after I you like a squid
Then straight to the bag, another dead fag for the garbage man
So carry the body to the can
it comes to another murderer kid I'm gorier
The Warriors, leavin' niggas in a of euphoria
Back in the days it came to punks I stick them
But nowadays the eat the flesh of his victim
So, word to the lizard, this nigga's
From to December
I'm niggas dismembered
Bitches get beaten, long live the
Got bodies rot and cured ready to be eaten
With a and a fork, for any punk in New York
Take mine, and have to outline your body in chalk

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Do The Charles
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Do The Manson
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Mad my call,
I got the ski mask, For I rob
I'll through your sink like the fucking Blob
The silent, violent, Ghoul is
My is darker, then Clyde Barker
The motherfucking stalker, a parka
stain where human remains
A Teck-9 I pack I hijack planes
So ashes to ashes, dust to
I'll admit, I'll shit, and I'll spit on your in disgust
So rest in pain, the human may main
The type of shit to leave any 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 you a Merry 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 gonna you up
I'm chop you up
I'm chop you up!