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Do the Manson

The the merrier...
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Do The Charles
Do The Dahmer

Do The Manson
Do The Dahmer
Oh, OH
The the merrier...

It's the grinder ya can't handle my rugged rape
I shut bitches up, strips of masking tape
since the pestilence invaded me
I started to decapitate, that hated me
And, I'll murder you in cold blood for rent
Taxin' so many people, niggas I'm the president
So vote, or kid I'll cut your throat with the
Then feast on the human flesh of a in a chapel
Filled with ghouls, your crashes
I'm body baggin', niggas in my and Dragons
Adventures, a fuckin' on the sickest possible level
I'll eat your colon, 'cause I'm rollin' with my enavel
I had sex with all my ex
Then I off there legs and arms
Now all I got are torsos
a chainsaw, made for gore
To up the blood
use your fuckin' face to mop the floor
So...

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Do The Manson
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The morbider the

I eats a maggot
I gay a faggot
I knock boots with prostitutes that look like Jimmy Swaggart
Yo, I'm like AIDS
I can't wait to self-mutilate myself with razor
Blood and guts, blood and guts, Mooney's baggin'
They're comin' to take me haha!
Straight to the Paddy
they found my dead body shredder
Now I'll be blendin your tendon
I'm sending some letters
To your family kid, them know I got rid
Of body after I chopped you like a squid
Then straight to the garbage bag, dead fag for the garbage man
So the body to the garbage can
it comes to another murderer kid I'm gorier
The Warriors, niggas in a state of euphoria
Back in the days when it came to punks I them
But the Ghoul eat the flesh of his victim
So, word to the lizard, this absurd
January to December
I'm leavin' niggas
get beaten, long live the cretin
Got dead bodies rot and cured ready to be
a knife and a fork, for any punk in New York
Take mine, and have to outline your body in chalk

Do the Charles
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Do The Manson
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Do The Charles
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Mad my call,
I got the ski mask, For I rob
come through your sink like the fucking Blob
The silent, violent, is cruel
My mind is darker, then Barker
The motherfucking stalker, a parka
Blood stain where remains
A Teck-9 I pack when I planes
So ashes to ashes, dust to
I'll admit, shit, and I'll spit on your grave in disgust
So rest in pain, the human may releases
The type of shit to leave any resting in pieces
I clock loot, like a punk a guitar
While girls loose their virginity in the of my car
I went to Anonymous, for my addiction
I'm Santa Clause you a Merry Crucifixion

Do the Manson
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Do The Charles
Do The Jeffrey

Do The Manson
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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!