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Do the Manson

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

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

It's the corpse grinder ya can't handle my rape
I bitches up, with strips of masking tape
Ever since the invaded me
I started to decapitate, motherfuckers that me
And, I'll murder you in cold blood for your
Taxin' so many people, 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 with ghouls, blood crashes
I'm body baggin', in my Dungeons and Dragons
Adventures, a fuckin' sicko on the sickest level
I'll eat your colon, 'cause I'm with my mother's enavel
I had sex all my ex hoes
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' to mop the floor
So...

Do the Charles
Do the Jeffrey

Do The Charles
Do The Jeffrey

Do The Manson
Do The Dahmer
The the merrier

I cannibal eats a
I gay bash a
I knock boots with prostitutes that look like Jimmy Swaggart
Yo, I'm incurable like
I wait 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 Paddy
Because found my dead body shredder
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 the body to the garbage can
When it comes to another kid I'm gorier
The Warriors, leavin' niggas in a state of
Back in the days when it came to punks I stick
But the Ghoul eat the flesh of his victim
So, word to the lizard, this nigga's
From to December
I'm leavin' dismembered
get beaten, long live the cretin
Got bodies rot and cured ready to be eaten
With a and a fork, for any punk in New York
mine, and I'll have to outline your body in chalk

Do the Manson
Do the Dahmer

Do The Manson
Do The Jeffrey

Do The Charles
Do The Dahmer

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

Do the Manson
Do the Jeffrey

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 chop you up
I'm chop you up!