Best Gore

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Wolff] Just checked into a residence Got locks on the doors and the windows are dressed in All black sheets to prevent any inspection From the outside, there are no lights present Inside of the place and caressed in a placement All the noise is surpressed in the basement Hit record on the Camcorder and tape this Spectacle to test while oprеssed get molestеd I make 'em do unspeakable things Stay down on their knees obediantly Teased are released till they get chopped up in pieces Release as their breathing is leaving and then Toss 'em in the waste bin where the rest is Right next to the bitch laying dead with her chest caved in Snuff film and the filth, got a death wish Act out again, Make My Motherfuckin' Day bitch [Verse 2: BodyRott] Sedated, paralyzed, unprotected from the pain Frozen up in place, plus I'm rushing to your face Carefully inside, I've got all the vital organs Formaldehyde prepared so that I can keep them sorted Pass on till it's just removables behind the breasts Feeling all the organs more protected than the rest I'm feeling the anatomy behind the ribcage Our pad is secure, I'm in a brand new place The lungs, the liver, the bladder and heart Dripping their fluid as I read all the charts Kidneys, pancreas, intestines large and small Collect 'em like trading cards, I gotta have 'em all They're dissected from the collar, down to the pelvis Mutilation be that sacred, I am a religious zealot Gore Lords here, they praise be upon yee With maniacal precision I conduct your symphony [Chorus: Intense Split Persona] Are you ready for the best gore? No neighbor Stretch 'em while you're wrapped around whore Waiting for the blood moon When I'm done I'ma stuff her Getting ready for my next massacre Are you ready for the best gore? No neighbor Stretch 'em while you're wrapped around whore Waiting for the blood moon When I'm done I'ma stuff her Getting ready for my next massacre [Verse 3: SCUM] We got that sick shit for all your sick needs Like twisting a blade in that cunt as that cunt bleeds We got best torture and gore, all them rough things That's meant for watching like porn by them snuff fiends That are sadistic, Demented Bastards In case you missed it, I am the master Of mutilation tied up with the lasso Your bitch is carved, true fucks cut a Picasso My hands are scarred by the cords used to strangle That shit is hard, on a hook they can dangle Till he has no legs, like a car, bodies mangled Intestines knotted for pigs to untangle Much crimson shit where wolves or the prey dies So fucking bad, that's the truth, all the rest lies I must be fed, hoes get slashed with them steak knives My lust for red bloody flesh makes me take lives [Verse 4: Insane Poetry] Demented Bastards, the rapture has come Till we capture the throne Made of skulls sits the master opposed Every word is infected with disease I'm protected by the forces, projected with the screams From us inspecting victims that are trapped inside my fortress They will never forget what they had to forfeit Made four fit, tied inside the back of my van Next to the canopy, all picked randomly Hella voices that spoke to me openly Told me that their language of pain was just provoking me To keep 'em all for eight weeks, then how to get rid of the evidence So I ate 'em all like some steak meat No fingerprints, no witnesses, yo innocense taken The difference is Satan is living in this painting That I deem Violent Art, see the passion in they screams when they being pried apart [Chorus: Intense Split Persona] Are you ready for the best gore? No neighbor Stretch 'em while you're wrapped around whore Waiting for the blood moon When I'm done I'ma stuff her Getting ready for my next massacre Are you ready for the best gore? No neighbor Stretch 'em while you're wrapped around whore Waiting for the blood moon When I'm done I'ma stuff her Getting ready for my next massacre