Sgt. Slaughter Meets C1N1K1LL

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[Verse 1] [?] like the evil country Publicist [?] pick up your phone but you're damaged in the colon I [?] try to find your life in tacky Along the realm of ransom I am I Christy Jackie Onassis But the hatches in your stitches [?] The twins illegals a cerebral like demonic Sméagol I'm fucking ball valve arenas afterwards I bingo My hatred ancient like that goes to Ronald Reagan [?] I'm talking shit in my she did for Washington and competence Baby rhyme and violence and European continent Lie people hit the pads for you Lindsay Lohan dad's Snorting so much coke, [?] body bags I kept it separate, like your teeth abuzz demented [?] connected And, retrospective, you're like a George Romero flick See the crippled nap to shoot the devil's work and stick Turned into new pages for the [?] and the sages Deleting [?] souls while your skip hop in the famous Double-laser rapist and C1N1K1LL [?] sadist [Verse 2] The kids [?] open, I'm hoping you'll be throwing In the shark-infested ocean while you're causing a commotion [?] You're retired from the wire Luca Brasi tackifier I hope the contract your life and you're about to expire Now your problems of the goblins, you're dying like John Bonham The drums of death our brain as we rip apart your bottom I'm the residential monster, flying in the [?] Probing up your rectum, [?] the pagans [?] Sticking needles into flesh, like Pinhead on a [?] I'll make you fucking famous when you eat the face of death Gillett or and grim, and cinikill the skin Now throw your fucking hands up with your dislocated limbs If you don't, you're with guns, we execute the monks After public killings with only bodies and dumps, fucking cunts [Verse 3] Yo, the chicken habits like heroin addicts [?] Madness will get scanless with Aunt Agnes The sultan of bladder, tell for bedtime stories [?], my mind daggers To the forest, when nightly teachers I'm sick it too tannic like Samuel Peter's House gate wait for your dead on a rifle Chopping up handsome mechanics for survival I follow the motto with the old Otto When chewing intestines make sure that you swallow [?] Listen to Judith's erotic defensive Children shouldn't playing with the end that Garland C1N1K1LL Robin delightful process [?] in the dirt, look like Captain Kirk I'm telling what the New York Ripper and it will T-Shirt Grimy Jane Finn, or killing off your tent [?] The song was inspired by the movie Braindead [Hook] The demons in chains rip out your brains Drain out the blood with your vampire fangs C1N1K1LL and Grimey J are the tyrants to keep it torturous If your wife's pregnant, she'll get put on the abortion list The demons in chains rip out your brains Drain out the blood with your vampire fangs C1N1K1LL and Grimey J are the tyrants to keep it torturous If your wife's pregnant, she'll get put on the abortion list [Verse 4] I'm walking over water with the devil and his daughters And slaughterhouse rocks when I'm mutilatin' Chartres Call me pan and my lover is the carnage I keep hearing TV Versus putting bodies in the garbage in my cabinet Of pain I put drill bits in your brain Imitating Demon Knight like an actor Billy Zane A blade in the neck is natural like it it will be your capsule If you wanna see the castle, you'll be locked out in the dungeon like an asshole Cannibals are squirting blood out of the dead William Hung Eyewitness heinous acts done by a desperate mom Oddities, Dr. Priest brother like Chris Reece Even Superman tried young flaming in degrees In the cellar body sing from the deadly human ring Your worst nightmare is a rusty guillotine On the gallow bout the color to a rave that shadow When you get to a discreet your master with a fucking hello [Hook] The demons in chains rip out your brains Drain out the blood with your vampire fangs C1N1K1LL and Grimey J are the tyrants to keep it torturous If your wife's pregnant, she'll get put on the abortion list The demons in chains rip out your brains Drain out the blood with your vampire fangs C1N1K1LL and Grimey J are the tyrants to keep it torturous If your wife's pregnant, she'll get put on the abortion list, bitch
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- Cinikill