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Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ware-Wolff] It's the motherfucking veteran, I'm ever so infamous Just use a sluts face every time I gotta take a piss A lot of people don't believe about the shit I've said None of them believe it that I've fuckin' been to Hell A lot of people can't stand me or wish that I was dead People packin' heat wanna fill me full of lead Well, go ahead you bitches, make sure they silver though I ain't backing down, already got too many foes Here to let you all know that this shit's about to blow And it ain't gonna stop until we get some brains exposed Bash your cunts face, smearing blood all over the walls Like to fuck a meatball with my furry wolf balls As she kicks and screams I still proceed To fill her full of cream and make her twat bleed (Ha) Rip all of the fetuses from all the wounds (Hahaha) Wanna know why I enjoy killing babies? Abrazing, shady, stabbing a pregnant lady Lives are fading, Hell's awaiting, I'm being paid for the slayings And I pray and comtemplating how it feels when I'm flaming Draw on the taming, none are phasing A pregnant cunt on the table, I strap her body down stable Rip out umbilical cables, I'm willing, killing and able Like I'm psychotic as I'm labeled, all the deaths to be painful Cracking babies skulls in the soft spots like jabbing spider brains I'm dripping and I'm doused from all the fucking blood stains Splattering fluids all over the scenery Dumping the bodies and shredding machineries Watch out you motherfuckers, here we come, the raunchiest The hauntiest ill killers that you ever might witness Get turned in a tourniquette, yo, we out here burning shit The fire flames as we spit and grappling the mic, this is it [Verse 2: Gorewhore] I use big-ass straws to suck out your eye sockets Five of your fingers are chilling in each of my front pockets I have use for them, they teach kids how to count If I were ever feeding your meat ounce by ounce I get off on feeding you to my guests at dinner Putting whiskey with your organs in my kitchen blender Dripping every bit of you till the last drop Love how gore tastes, I can never stop The ones about the story I lured real close Smash 'em upside their head and hang 'em out to decomposed I know it's kinda nasty but I walk up and sniff 'em I keep 'em as trophies, I can never diss 'em I stomp, slaughter the four funnies no more There's a loud knock at the door, oh shit, it's Gorewhore [Verse 3: Snuffa Kunt] Yeah, Snuffa Kunt, let me give a try at this Yo, yo, I'm death, yeah you heard me See me in the darkness holding a knife all bloody A horror story motherfucker, riding way more gory Blow me like a hormone inside your body, ask for weed Ware-Wolff, Gorewhore, Snuffa Kunt Na na na, keep that as your Christian taunt I'll give you what you want, spraying blood into the crowd Now you're drenched when you hear the pistol click-clack-pow What's up now, I'll leave you bleeding in a ditch I wanted people to see your dead body so I show your kid The images left printed in his mind Cut his skin off because his flesh is mine One of a kind, I am not a nice guy If I pray I hold my middle fingers to the sky [Verse 4: Ware-Wolff] Stomping my enemies, smashing to smithereens In penetentaries I am the bilastine Going in to pick a star of fuckers like a piggy I'm always getting really giddy when I got no weapons with me Stabbing them into the neck of an officer Slice and the dust fall all out like a slaughterer See us store shit, gore shit, I need more shit Gorewhore shit, stabbing in an orifice Torque it, scoring until I'm getting bored of it Poor bitch, no one put us just to see the porn in it Carving 'em into pieces like we're [Betty Bach-ing?] it And give 'em the mic and rip 'em off like they were rocking it Shocking it, stalking it like I'm giving a fuck with it Pocket it, I'm docking it, like really rocking it Shit, bitch