Dungeon Slaves

Lyrics

[Chorus: Ware-Wolff] Got dungeon slaves culled in my torture room (Room) All the different ways I just leads you to doom (Doom) Eyeballs, organs, blood, skin and brains (Brains) Women in stress hung up on metal chains (Chains) Got dungeon slaves culled in my torture room (Room) All the different ways I just leads you to doom (Doom) Eyeballs, organs, blood, skin and brains (Brains) Women in stress hung up on metal chains (Chains) [Verse 1: Roly Play] Dungeon slaves, I put them in a fucking steel cage Lock them up, tied and beat you up like Ben Paige Fuck your age, I'm on a rage Whip your pussy with a branch of sage You'll die of old age Bitch, if you don't fuck anybody that's how the game is played Can't hеar you scream, it's like you're in a bad drеam Locked away for days like Guantanamo Bay On a single island, you can't find your way out 'Cause I threw the key away, your pussy is on display I leak it and kiss it and then drop my knife in it Stab the bloody meat with the back end of a hammer Then slam her up against a wall and make her lick my balls This bitch was a cunt I seen walking in the mall Spark it, I gotta catch 'em all for my private collection I make you meek little bitches suck my fucking erection I love the ones with a white complexion I got a lot of tools that I love to hit my slaves with fool I'm a fucking savage when it comes to the porcelain skins I like to begin by fucking torturing you with the bats and spikes and paddles with nails Fuck it if you yell and cry, bitch you gonna die That's a lie, dragging your cunt rag over to the bench So I can hit you with a wrench you fucking wench I hacked her head, fell back so hard I snapped her neck "Oh shit, my bad", she collapsed on the cold floor That's when I got my shiv and started stabbing up the whore Like a hunter to its prey, you can't pray now, it's too late for that 'Cause I'm spitting in your gaping crack She's biting her lips 'cause the pain feels good, not wack Her tender ass flesh, I'ma fuck it like I should Blazing-ass blood, cut up in this cunt till it's red and raw Feel my vicious impact 'cause the dungeon slaves never get any type of slack [Chorus: Ware-Wolff] Got dungeon slaves culled in my torture room (Room) All the different ways I just leads you to doom (Doom) Eyeballs, organs, blood, skin and brains (Brains) Women in stress hung up on metal chains (Chains) Got dungeon slaves culled in my torture room (Room) All the different ways I just leads you to doom (Doom) Eyeballs, organs, blood, skin and brains (Brains) Women in stress hung up on metal chains (Chains) [Verse 2: Ware-Wolff] Bow down to me, got you all in my command And bitch, while you're at it, suck my dick as I demand I hit it from the back then I hit it from the front Then strap you down, putting razor blades in your cunt Whipping out the hooks, took your pussy on each end Rip and pull the clit apart, tearing through the skin Beating off to the cries, how they can't stand it no more Fuck 'em in the cunt with a knife, bitch, we hardcore Fucking bitches abortion, never before Naked bodies passing out, [with the?] seizures on the floor Stabbing bitches in the tits with a double-sided dagger Looking over the pit full of all the cadavers I'm killing bitches off, ripping, tearing through their jaw Fucking Hannibal shit, eating organs and all Gnawing on the mandible, the cannibal feasts With pretty faces looking good, enough for me to fucking eat The canines pierce through her whole fucking face Like a bear trap attached, fur is added in place Now I suck her face so hard I sucked the brains through her nostrils The life leaves her eyes out the nose, all the blood spills So many bitches gone and it's time to get another Approach her with a scalpal, I'm an eyeball plucker Make an incision and dig out her ovaries Open gash from her ass, eaten out like groceries Sadomas murdering women just for the fun Press my dick against her head just like it was a loaded gun Strap her down on the table and now it's time to fuck her meat raw Destroying the pussy, sawing it down with a chainsaw Blood is gushing out and overflowing to the floor You motherfucking whore, you're an offer to the gorehouse I'll grab and force her over to the wall where she stands Shoot a spear right through her head, her brains on the end [Chorus: Ware-Wolff] Got dungeon slaves culled in my torture room (Room) All the different ways I just leads you to doom (Doom) Eyeballs, organs, blood, skin and brains (Brains) Women in stress hung up on metal chains (Chains) [Outro: Ware-Wolff] Dungeon slaves (Slaves)