me away She wants to change They want to see little girl They want to me little girl They want to see They want to me His little girl His little girl His little
you getting the drip Drip the little grip, I could cover the order When I floss, I'm a boss, I could front you a quarter See the cross all flooded, little
Here's a little story that I think you'll like It's not about Shaq or Iron Mike So buckle your seatbelts, it's gonna get choppy And listen to the tale
his brains all Danglin' from his neck, while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, cuts Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls
hot celsius And kelpachlorics for the fatal facial, spray deface you Sooner than never, most lawless progress together Fuck the bullshit, I react to acid flux product definitive junk Brain
in Realigned mine knives in divine justice Plus this uncontrollable laugh with those ample waves of brain finally crash Brimstone clone with legs and dim poems Ten little
r off a roof and on his chest it says necro rules I'm above the constitution My shit stays bubblin like burned flesh My rhymes are acid on clorox solution
of a jet planes black box I got a exo-skeleton with hydrolic biceps Hi-tech, move the planet Earth when I flex I inflict flesh eating acid and anthrax Trapped in those little
Realigned mine knives in divine justice Plus this uncontrollable laugh with those ample waves of brain finally crash Brimstone clone with legs and dim poems Ten little
and flabby pachyderm, Crabby foamin' out the mouth from rabid germs She was a taciturn woman that had a trashy perm Pokin' at the holes in my brain, the lysergic acid
tragedies happen in two states I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*} Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all danglin from his neck, while his
tragedies happen in two states I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! [chainsaw revs up] Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all danglin from his neck, while his
on hot celsius and kelpachlorics for the fatal facial, spray deface you Sooner than never, most lawless progress together Fuck the bullshit, I react to acid flux product definitive junk brain
And Ill Bill) [Hook] One for the butcher knife, two for the glock! (You can't kill me, cause I'm already dead) [Necro] Peep my little friend his name
off a roof and on his chest it'll say, "Necro rules!" I'm above the constitution My shit stays bubblin like burnt flesh My rhymes are acid in Clorox solution