Stomped Out

Lyrics

[Chorus] Doctor, I speak up, a carcass is shaking then sh- X2 [?] your body Shaking- shaking- shaking- shaking disturbed Get stomped out, head Moreton-style, that's kick to the curb Attackin- Attackin- Attackin through nightmares and bad dreams WHAT? (Screaming) [Verse 1: MC Bushpig] I drink my lager form skulls infested bottle soft Infect the whole underground like ripping slits with my sick cock Keep it brutal as fuck, butchers tight and spit hot Like the vomit after fifty hard home-proof vodka shots Ya bitches cut the pubic boner used like a pig trough My shit's not music, now's abusive and better off Don't listen to it in public so cut ya fuckin ears off These slithering maggots get drunk off the blood and guts Slit ya wrist , get ya throat cut , I [?] up ya [?] butts Dripping with sperm n shit , ya clitoris burns to a crisp The cannibal warlords weapon stored whores n gore porn Mimicking these words you'll be found swinging from mic chords Ya fuckwits are weak ants so stay off the high horse My knife causing the life force to pour like a hail storm My [?] of liquids n jizm n slave whores Butchers' harems spit the sickest gore lyrics-like grindcore [Verse 2: MC Cumblood] [?] cut the mental then I dump the carcass in the gutter Weak sluts for victims in the organ abductor Or get chopped out n gutted and left with the flies and maggots It's intestine mechanics with meat cleaver tactics If I murder psychiatric saw raping virgin spastic The still gore livings in the maximum damage I'm corrupt and brutal like Neddy Smith in Blue Murder I torture like Bundy with pincers and then bunsen burners Spraying splitters on ya bone matter shrapnel shards scatter Ya cranium is crushed with the strokes of a sledgehammer On all forms of flesh wars the vocal cords overlords Depict forms of blood sauce , the knife causes bloodsports Me and my cleaver bring the Aussie butcher slavery Guillotine meat, slicing slow, precise and painfully Ya cruelly stomped without [?] and the butcher [?] For inflicting the hardest lethal terminal injuries [Verse 3: Toecutta] [?] ya fucking dumb cunts , we'll come for ya spilled guts Motherfuckers are piss-poor shit what do you spit for? We split whores and spit lyrics in sick forms Cunts are claiming snuff gore , you ain't even soft porn Shut the fuck up get called out n cut the fuck up We're all pissed sick fucks filming Two Girls and One Cup My hip hop posts n hangout the front of the mental [?] Too close for crime scene photos with all ya fucking toes cut By performance , the cause of death bludgeoned the head with a club You got me enraged like cage fights Meat cleavers n butchers knife , ya pussies better have nine lives Infected , my rhymes are packed with flesh-eating enzymes I perpetrate hate crimes, I spit as a gate one A serial offender, slaughter bitches like bovine The rituals dismembered corpses lay slaughtered They specialize ya [?] of aborted [Chorus] Doctor, I speak up, a carcass is shaking then sh- X2 [?] your body Shaking- shaking- shaking- shaking disturbed Get stomped out, head Moreton-style, that's kick to the curb Attackin- Attackin- Attackin through nightmares and bad dreams WHAT? (Screaming)