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Do the Manson

The the merrier...
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Oh, OH
The the merrier...

It's the corpse grinder ya can't handle my rape
I shut bitches up, with strips of tape
Ever since the pestilence me
I started to decapitate, motherfuckers that me
And, I'll murder you in blood for your rent
so many people, niggas think I'm the president
So vote, or kid I'll cut your with the scalpel
Then feast on the human flesh of a priest in a
with ghouls, your blood crashes
I'm body baggin', niggas in my Dungeons and
Adventures, a fuckin' sicko on the sickest possible
I'll eat your colon, 'cause I'm rollin' my mother's enavel
I had sex all my ex hoes
Then I chopped off legs and arms
Now all I got are human
With a chainsaw, for gore
To clean up the
I'll use fuckin' face to mop the floor
So...

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The the merrier

I eats a maggot
I gay bash a
I boots with dirty prostitutes that look like Jimmy Swaggart
Yo, I'm incurable AIDS
I wait to self-mutilate myself with razor blades
Blood and guts, blood and guts, body baggin'
They're comin' to take me haha!
to the Paddy wagon
Because they found my dead body
Now be blendin your achilles tendon
Well I'm some letters
To your family kid, letting know I got rid
Of your body after I chopped you like a
Then to the garbage bag, another dead fag for the garbage man
So carry the body to the can
When it comes to another kid I'm gorier
The Warriors, leavin' niggas in a state of
in the days when it came to punks I stick them
But nowadays the Ghoul eat the flesh of his
So, word to the lizard, this nigga's
From January to
I'm leavin' dismembered
get beaten, long live the cretin
Got dead rot and cured ready to be eaten
With a knife and a fork, for any in New York
Take mine, and I'll have to outline body in chalk

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Do The Manson
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Mad my call,
I got the ski mask, For I rob
I'll come through your sink like the Blob
The silent, violent, Ghoul is
My mind is darker, Clyde Barker
The stalker, sporting a parka
Blood where human remains
A I pack when I hijack planes
So ashes to ashes, to dust
I'll admit, I'll shit, and spit on your grave in disgust
So rest in pain, the human may main
The type of shit to leave any nigga resting in
I clock loot, like a punk a guitar
girls loose their virginity in the backseat of my car
I to Killers Anonymous, for my addiction
I'm Clause wishin' you a Merry Crucifixion

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Do The Charles
Do The Jeffrey

Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
I'm gonna you up
I'm chop you up
I'm gonna you up!