The Butcher from Glenwood

Lyrics
[House of 1000 Corpses (2003) Intro] - Worse than a rabid-ass baboon - He's one horny retard, do you know what his favorite thing is next to whackin' his weasel? He takes a sharpened pencil, and sticks it in his eyeball and twists it [Verse] I'm like Casino Pesci, bash you in the skull with payphones I'm Tyson, my cannibal urges, I'm capturin' K-hole Pussy rappers tanked in A-holes with toys and poppers I'm Grindcore, nigga, get the AZT from your doctors Cherish the light, dicks in your ass like Eric Wright Homo thugs reppin' echo like some secretive plight Keep a chainsaw in the end table, gun in the fridge I don't give a fuck, I bring the drama to all o' you kids My rants take years to digest from startin' them bibs Now these bitches, they want the dick and try to smile on my kids I leave you hangin' from the chunks in yo' nips Diminish your lips, drillin' your hips Your torso's like a steak with no ribs The Gorebutcher, decorate your flesh with snub nose .44 Bulldog, Berkowitz for the drum rolls Sodomy, lust and greed, it's all that I need Except Norwegian nurses, two blunts, and a bottle of Speed [Outro] - Yeah, you are one twisted fuck - Nope, I'm just an ordinary guy, with nothin' to lose
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- Lord Goat