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Do the Manson

The the merrier...
Do the Charles
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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 handle my rape
I shut bitches up, with of masking tape
Ever the pestilence invaded me
I to decapitate, motherfuckers that hated me
And, murder you in cold blood for your rent
so many people, niggas think I'm the president
So vote, or kid I'll cut your with the scalpel
Then feast on the flesh of a priest in a chapel
Filled ghouls, your blood crashes
I'm baggin', niggas in my Dungeons and Dragons
Adventures, a fuckin' on the sickest possible level
I'll eat colon, 'cause I'm rollin' with my mother's enavel
I had sex all my ex hoes
I chopped 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...

Do the Manson
Do the Dahmer

Do The Manson
Do The Jeffrey

Do The Manson
Do The Jeffrey
The the merrier

I cannibal a maggot
I gay bash a
I knock boots with dirty that look like Jimmy Swaggart
Yo, I'm like AIDS
I can't wait to self-mutilate myself with razor
and guts, blood and guts, Mooney's body baggin'
They're comin' to me away haha!
Straight to the wagon
they found my dead body shredder
Now I'll be blendin your achilles
Well I'm some letters
To your family kid, letting know I got rid
Of your body I chopped you like a squid
straight to the garbage bag, another dead fag for the garbage man
So the body to the garbage can
it comes to another murderer kid I'm gorier
The Warriors, leavin' in a state of euphoria
in the days when it came to punks I stick them
But nowadays the Ghoul eat the flesh of his
So, word to the lizard, this absurd
January to December
I'm leavin' niggas
get beaten, long live the cretin
Got dead bodies rot and cured to be eaten
With a and a fork, for any punk in New York
Take mine, and I'll have to outline your body in

Do the Charles
Do the Dahmer

Do The Charles
Do The Dahmer

Do The Charles
Do The Dahmer

Mad my call,
I got the ski mask, For I rob
I'll come through your sink like the Blob
The silent, violent, is cruel
My mind is darker, then Barker
The stalker, sporting a parka
Blood stain where remains
A Teck-9 I when I hijack planes
So to ashes, dust to dust
I'll admit, I'll shit, and I'll on your 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 girls their virginity in the backseat of my car
I went to Killers Anonymous, for my
I'm Santa Clause wishin' you a Merry

Do the Manson
Do the Jeffrey

Do The Manson
Do The Jeffrey

Do The Manson
Do The Jeffrey

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!