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It's the corpse ya can't handle my rugged rape
I shut bitches up, with strips of tape
Ever since the invaded me
I started to decapitate, that hated me
And, I'll murder you in cold blood for your
so many people, niggas think I'm the president
So vote, or kid I'll cut throat with the scalpel
Then feast on the flesh of a priest in a chapel
Filled with ghouls, your blood
I'm body baggin', niggas in my Dungeons and
Adventures, a fuckin' on the sickest possible level
I'll eat your colon, 'cause I'm rollin' with my 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 fuckin' face to mop the floor
So...

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I cannibal a maggot
I gay a faggot
I knock boots with dirty prostitutes that like Jimmy Swaggart
Yo, I'm incurable AIDS
I wait to self-mutilate myself with razor blades
Blood and guts, blood and guts, Mooney's baggin'
comin' to take me away haha!
Straight to the wagon
Because they found my dead body
Now be blendin your achilles tendon
I'm sending some letters
To your kid, letting them know I got rid
Of your body after I you like a squid
straight to the garbage bag, another dead fag for the garbage man
So carry the to the garbage can
it comes to another murderer kid I'm gorier
The Warriors, leavin' niggas in a of euphoria
Back in the days when it came to punks I them
But the Ghoul eat the flesh of his victim
So, to the lizard, this nigga's absurd
From January to
I'm niggas dismembered
Bitches get beaten, long live the
Got dead bodies rot and cured to be eaten
With a knife and a fork, for any in New York
Take mine, and I'll have to your body in chalk

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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, is cruel
My is darker, then Clyde Barker
The motherfucking stalker, a parka
stain where human remains
A Teck-9 I pack when I hijack
So to ashes, dust to dust
I'll admit, I'll shit, and I'll spit on grave in disgust
So rest in pain, the may main releases
The of shit to leave any nigga resting in pieces
I clock loot, a punk playing a guitar
While loose their virginity in the backseat of my car
I went to Anonymous, for my addiction
I'm Santa Clause wishin' you a Crucifixion

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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!