This LP Violates Our Terms of Service (Intro)

Lyrics

[Intro: Succubus Waifu] This LP violates our terms of service [Verse: Ware-Wolff] I'm a menace to society, this side of me is likely to light a fire in aisles in grocery store robberies Running for their lives from the back of the Food Lion Stumble over body piles at the exit lines, fiery Abyss alive behind 'em, a rifle, I let fire in 'em Get 'em bunched together and picking 'em off tirelessly It's my dеsire, I'm vile and like violеnt Scene of heightened ire, demise is transpiring With acid bombs and cyanide, I'm taking shit viral Size your eyes with tire irons, a live wire and I'ma be Taking lives, a virus to people who be inspiring The tyranny that I'ma be wreaking upon the fallen weak I'm bringing a cocked shotty, blast away at everybody After slaughtering motherfuckers the following week Shit's like a hobby to me, out on this murderous spree You gotta be out your fucking mind to really want it with me I knock out all of your teeth and chop your legs at the knees At the level to suck my dick and shit and that's all it would be Catch you dead in your sleep and then upon awakening Have your baby castrated, maimed and swinging from the tree In your front lawn, from the window, you see it My needs are pleased, you seethe and plead in disbelief then make a means to retrieve it A tripwire, know you're dying once you hitting the switch Where paint buckets hit your face like Home Alone in this bitch It's game over, you quit, get mowed over and split A looney tune, I'm on some other shit you wouldn't think would ever exist I'm remarkable, Acme explosives up in my arsenal Make my mark in leaving scars of generational trauma World domination, all obstacles that's keeping me from my target I gotta spark it and lead the dark to have 'em swimming around like sharks Stay bloodthirsty as Jaws is Come out your fucking closets You scaredy faggots not even worthy of the maggots Feeding off the deposit from your pathetic fucking carcasses With residue left behind like bitches with menopause I'm high as Decepticons, you minuscule Leprechauns I travel like vagabonds, descendant of Azathoth Go pray to your faggot god 'fore you dead and left in a pond Through valleys, I terrorize, so, bitch, better recognize On the rise like my cock when killing anything civilized A mission to minimize all life off the planet Death spikes, light strikes, crumble cities to granite Go toss 'em off with the banished you at a complete disadvantage So, you better be glad, I ain't got power like that It's my desire though I would've taken all you motherfuckers out a long time ago