eyo

pins off, tear gas down throats, skins gone//
iv been on, the path of corpses with the gods//
mutilate flocks of sheep, chickens, cows and fox//
massiveful chainsaw massacre in surgery rooms//
murdering sedated fools, combine da surgeons limbs with you//
a million frankensteins hung upon lines of meathooks//
make ya feetshook, give chase to police officers//
tie ya body in barb wire, pull ya teeth with infected pliers//
scapel creating holes for practice for my pyrotechnical science//
a killing festival, i just smile//
serving flesh in bauggettes, they say "thats the best flavour i tasted yet"//
decapitate there face, rip there guts and do the same again for 200 reps//
just think, one of my victims could be lying in ya digestive system//
tear off ya ears and hold it to ya chest//
so you can hear ya heart fade into death//
no matter your sex, i corrupt like a reverse exocist//
turn ya head more degrees then those of a owls head//
knife-sped, air-ray speed blairs break vocal cords//
undergo indentity changes, and blend into your local people//
sunday goes usual as follows, ended service, rain in village regional//
door locked, no escape, hanging da priest in styles of kriss-kross//
im sick bruv, exchanging the living for the dead in the graveyard//
at least they dont chat shit to me bruv, its murda//



(p.s. dont take any of this as serious shit, im expression thought)