BUSHPIG (BUTCHERS HAREM) & TOECUTTA (A.I.D.S) - SLAUGHTERHOUSE | Текст песни

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• BUSHPIG (BUTCHERS HAREM) & TOECUTTA (A.I.D.S)
• SLAUGHTERHOUSE

BUSHPIG VERSE
deface the flesh whil enslaving ya wench
sedated for sex pissing n drenched
engravin my name on her breast
cop the facial of death my cock streched
covered with stench of rotting bodies intent
to make ya vomit and retch
heads are detached murdered n slashed
stil the vaginal gash keeps getting thouroughly smashed
by necrophiliacs you copycats are outranked
my sickacts leave heads cracked
brain juice to extract leaveing ya mouth full of my crap
eat my faecies for copromesis
carress the lesions while shes sleeeping
spray my seedlings discreetly completely sleazy
sick fuck that rapes n tortures routinely
cut out her heart if she ever deceives me
the diseases of ya beef never ceace to appease
never fatigued eatin pussy with cheese chewing peice by piece
offcuts are bleached n buried in heaps i slaughter bitches just like sheep
infesting my victims with std's ,if u try to retreat
after startin to bleed ,il smash outya a teeth n sew ya lips shut
before you can even admit defeat ,ya weak counterfeits
cheap n incomplete ,ya futures bleak
im indescreet when i proceed to make ya innards secrete
hang my Corpses in the trees to decay with crotchrot
enslave your woman in my torture brothel , i like to watch
innards and blood that pours out of cut twots
finger ya guts and force fuck shit in whores cumslots bust off
my boar nuts pourin cumshot after cumshot
sprayin my pig jiz on a sluts cock bashed face like gun shots
leave the head divorced form the shoulder from riggorous intercourse
enforce my lust for brutal gore with out human remorse
raping the slit of her corpse like its just an after-thought
carve n abort like sport awaiting laughter n crowds applause
best be warned when the lords of snuff porn are on board
abort ya like still borns assault and deform when we perform

TOECUTTA VERSE
I'm back from the dead with thoughts disconnected like a severed head , stone you to death then I empty your skulls contents
Your final hour spent in torment, I showered in gore before I was raw but now I'm more bent.
Scared whores are led to my basement and bludgeoned till ya wonder where ur face went.
I gotta taste for ur cranial rearrangement, a wench dead and beheaded before the days end is all I hold sacred.
I leave em cold dead and naked, I fuckin calve up these tortured sluts that don't make it
Ur stargazing with eyes vacant and there u shall remain but only untill the day of ur taste test.
Where I'm calving the flesh from corpseflowers in bloom, I remove a child from the womb that's shriveled and blue.
I'm quick to consume all the gore that these whores can produce, dead bodies lay brocken I poke and prod the festering wounds.
Preparing human barbecue's, cannibal Stews I'm sick I induce raw fluid spewin when I slaughter the youth.
Bloodsoakin the vocal booth with the words that I puke, I violate my victims yeah I like to torture my food..
Devour forbidden fruit cunt I was born with no heart, my abatior is a gallery for corpsefucking art.
Bizarre sex games with whips and chains to tear u apart, and leave u hideous like chicks u need to fuck in the dark.
The slut trainer. Got 80 whores stored in containers, I get paid to hire em out to be tortured by strangers.
Kidnap an acquaintance an penetrate the corpse I'm a sadist. I hate fakers, to Bellangelo state Im'a take yas.
I'm famous for mutilations and snortin corpses cremated. My will forged in gore to see whores eviscerated, meatcleavered.
All forms of human waste eradicated its a dangerous game ur playing cunt were worshipped by Satan!

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