Maggots

Lyrics

[Intro] The way to get rid of tension is to do just the opposite of all the things that cause it [Verse 1: Ware-Wolff] Now what am I now? What could've been Demons are filling my body with sin I'm spitting the venom just like I'm a villain Spilling, fulfilling, and killing I'm willing Stab at the back and attack it again I'm restraining my rife and my head when it spins Collect another bag then I murder more Bodies are hidden under the floorboards Just watch me take 'em out, eyes shut now without a doubt Find out what I'm all about, I'm just about to go all out I feel I'm really finna kill, on the real with Cinikill Always kill with the skill just to get the thrill it takes to chill The cut we need thе sharpest, incision points with markers I'm digging through your carcass, evil creeps lurk in thе darkness I bathe in your dead mother with the blood from the others Another brother now can suffer, getting smothered with its covers Fuck you and the label and fuck your whole crew Fuck your producers and anal fuck your bitch too Lyricism I'm ahead, just enough to phase ya But what should we expect from the one they call The Gangster? [Chorus: Cinikill] Control freak, faggot You're not fly, you're a maggot Give up your pussy habit, when bitches see you they panic At the disco, Cisco, fucked you in the ass with Crisco When you fart you whistle The pistol will burn your gristle Control freak, faggot You're not fly, you're a maggot Give up your pussy habit, when bitches see you they panic At the disco, Cisco, fucked you in the ass with Crisco When you fart you whistle The pistol will burn your gristle [Verse 2: Cinikill] The Ace of Spades will melt your rotting albino scalp Doctor Morrow needs help because he's feeling himself You're pale as fucking hell Go outside and rebel Fagattoid, you're a pervert and everybody can tell Tagging pre-teens in photos, all your stalkers are homos Dispose of Bototo's that probably were shipped to go-gos Everybody is lying about your graphic design After you hear this verse then commit suicide I'm wondering what you're watching, you're weirder the Liberace Rocking purple Versace, mobbing it in your Audi Cock circus is the purpose that record labels don't purchase More like pastrami curtains, you're Bambi fucking with serpents So smile at the Belial thats forcing you in denial You call yourself [friend trap?], it's more like a caca pile So quench my liquid stench, it makes your music intense Yo, Ware-Wolff, slap this bitch and teach him some self-defense [Chorus: Cinikill] Control freak, faggot You're not fly, you're a maggot Give up your pussy habit, when bitches see you they panic At the disco, Cisco, fucked you in the ass with Crisco When you fart you whistle The pistol will burn your gristle Control freak, faggot You're not fly, you're a maggot Give up your pussy habit, when bitches see you they panic At the disco, Cisco, fucked you in the ass with Crisco When you fart you whistle The pistol will burn your gristle [Outro: Cinikill] Gristle Fucking, fucking cock circus You're fucking wack You need to go smoke some crack I can't believe you On the fucking computer all day You can't wait for that shit You can't wait to go home and type