DIMECORE - Attack of the Werewolves

Cut your fucking head off with a sword cos
Im ready horde more implore my battle like a lord

Smuggle sawed off shottys to course popping bottles
Causing homies reports catching the bodies back to court

On horse cut a pint of blood planted on board explore
Your rigor mortis stiff the broadest crippled corpse

Metaphors get you forced off board crossed like your
Menopause hauled with a cord around your balls like there

Aint no hope jump til the rope snaps and your
Neck cracks float in the fountain of your woes

Head foes prevent those invent probes in a
Sense though in dense holes the dead thralls

Ain't no seeing the decayed in the best way
Upper chest vein undertaker dressed in mess rain

Feeling crazed player with a 12 gauge spraying
At your girls play mayor of this hell gat pain

Pull the needle spin the bottle full throttle honey dont
Make me pop some innocent cunt waddling out the pub

Cos he's day will be fucked like my parol officer the
Modest model puffin a fat fucking bong and bud no

Vincet bodega let me spray ya with the mayo cos im
Hey yo on yayo and pray though its ok so

Let me reiterate little quick like this on some
Serial killer like im hunting in the dark shit

Got the hit kit like Dennis Radder work in
Positions of recon I prey on innocent blood

Never seen me coming for you like the night stalker hype
Walker tight daughter sleep in a grave while im talking to them

Ripped it apart tip of lead as it starts the turf wars
Families screaming on the floors in blood

Wet up the neighbourhood crimson reigns blickys bark
As a slain broad drains from her veins in a park

Psycho in a looney bin in foolish brim
Tools used on him for ruin sin abomination

To bomb a nation for god with a rulers grin ain't hard
Grab the napalm and bombs pull the ruler ends

Complex comrade stomp rats in combat with
Storm cat armbands swamp vats beyond that

Jungle grotto be horrible creatures mock and follow
You with rubber band clips twist the copper flam tits

Capture kill the bastards with machetes in masses
Rip asses and put it on their face like a mask is

Nauseous in gorge pits where corpse digs its offerings
All stripped and whipped being nailed on a cross a bit

Underground where nothing sounds tunnels rigged with thunder pounds
Confiscated half just made it praying on these couple rounds

Point the case to my brain then spray it in the other way make an escape taken away

Written by:
Jordan Lipovac

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