DIMECORE - Rotten Trail Down The Bayou
Sir Manson i stab a lot have a quick look at my basket shot cancerous you bitches see me scandalous
Like my ball sack all you do is hang on a tree in the far distance through the nether rain
As i bang all my bangers out the window counting trays, i must become unfazed leave the bleeding drive away
Skull attained from the best bitches dumped in rain forRests must remain honest Bundy Rifkin in a range rover
Celibate hack-saw cut the fucking head off it malevolent always selling shit, drugs hell of it
Thats my fellowship melons twist when felons grip you cross my paths once you'll end up missing in a cellar bin
Consciousness lost tossed the body in the frost after forced belts around her neck and squeeze until it stopped
Smelling that decomposition is not my mission in my home bodies slumped over in boxes ass positioned
Its the werewolf at night under beds when you're fright
Its the lightning coming through the window out of sight
Its the horror-core villain and the victims scream while killing
Its that shadow chasing you walking home alone at night
Its the stalkers in public the whores to the convicts
The mafia bosses to chopped up bodies under concrete
A beast not a man come lets feast on this lamb its
The murder cannibalism then buried under land
Four thousand dead bodies laid over the same court as i battle this judge for my buds its the same war
Its a matter of fact im the cunt in the black holding guns and a sack of decapitated sorority hags
Stop boring me man spit that chainsaw craft.. i wanna hear that ring ring whenever i open for jabs
Its the notorious fag with plenteous chromys and mags i trip with my cronies laugh Israel Keys with at least
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Im leather face prime rib cut ya feather face babe mascara forever erased kick in your defenceless face
Aggressive armageddon sets in im nefarious compare me to Bavarian serial killer heroin
Derelicts on the mic heretics when we fight severance of your torso from your mother fuck ya life
Industrial ban saw must be on the damn report of autopsy when bloody gutted ate your corpse
Its the werewolf at night under beds when you're fright
Its the lightning coming through the window out of sight
Its the horror-core villain and the victims scream while killing
Its that shadow chasing you walking home alone at night
Its the stalkers in public the whores to the convicts
The mafia bosses to chopped up bodies under concrete
A beast not a man come lets feast on this lamb its
The murder cannibalism then buried under land
Axe attack ya back with my forceful attacks its your corpse that you lack put your pieces into pans
Sea shore or bee swarm you'll be taped up and deformed the reaper deceased pour the quicklime under creek boards
Sleep more when you get a visit from the beast claw chopped in half by midges back and forth like a sea saw
Restart the tape rewind it back to place like sampling vinyl with a buck 120 to ya face
Mastodon el matador the chopper has you at the door running for life hoping ultraviolet caught what iris saw
Maniacal reliable homicidal what i have thought the disposition of human remains through the fire door
Cant decide whats on your mind i got the dry blood written on the wall that says to kill you all
Hoodied up you cannot see what wasn't done when im on the run doing 25 to life for none
Written by:
Jordan Lipovac
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