Sorcerers of Gore

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Swann] Let me grip on my machete and start with that evil laughter Like to talk shit, tie you up, feed you my fecal matter A sick fuck, don't mention it, my alter ego listening Tryna fulfill the temptation of finding what my sickness is Hearing voices with no plaster on my eardrums Can't stand their whisperin', wishin' that they would speak louder I got my own thoughts, I go off by myself A lone sorcerer with black magic out the depths of Hell Slapped the Devil, took his throne, he tryna take it back No hesitation, now Greedy gave him another slap Conquer this planet with words of wisdom, I spit 'em Better keep your distance, slicin' and trippin' this local competition I must be crazy if I'm saying kill 'em all My machete gettin' shaky from makin' it wait too long Same spell that I'm castin', overpowering simpletons When lightning strike harder than most, now watch me finish him [Chorus: Tom Vujcic] Oh, we'll eat your skull! The Sorcerers of Gore! Demonic carnivores from the realms of nevermore! Dismember your torso! Decapitate you slow! Our blood runs thick for y'all! Embrace my wrath! [Verse 2: Gamble the Greedy Grin] Sick in the head and my cranium's warped I got a skull full of maggots with a cannibal corpse I was butchered at birth by a devilish force Now I'm fuckin' a dead bitch and she got genital warts (Rat) Knock knock, never open the door for a stranger with a sickle that just came from the morgue I'm a fiend for your blood and I'm a sucker for gore Now she layin' face first in the blood on the floor But I'm thirsty for more, dog, this ain't quenching my thirst I can take you six feet deep, just hop in a hearse I'm a dead man walking, but, yeah, we all are There ain't no way that we escaping the curse from the Army of Darkness Chop knives that I carve with, you lookin' like Sharon Tate when I fuck up the carcass I'm stabbin' a starfish, I'm chewin' through cartilage When groupies spread in my bed, they ready for bondage (Rat!) [Chorus: Tom Vujcic] Oh, we'll eat your skull! The Sorcerers of Gore! Demonic carnivores from the realms of nevermore! Dismember your torso! Decapitate you slow! Our blood runs thick for y'all ! Embrace my wrath! [Outro: Tom Vujcic] Blasphemous and homicidal! Put a bullet right through your spinal! Domestic flu, please wait for two thousand years! Bow to your cranium as we march to the killing fields