There's a room in my house, a tomb of women who need to rot in hell The stench will fill your throat with puss and drain from out your nose Open the door discover dead whores who begged for more now covered in gore Countless remains and piles of scabs putrid remnants cover the floor
Some of the kicked and some of them screamed and some of them never seemed to bleed Some of them twitched and some of them kicked and some were forced to take my dick Some of them gushed and some were crushed and some of them paid for their sinful lust Some of them cried and some of them lied, they told me they loved me before they died
Through the torture, through the torment I didn't feel an ounce of regret Carving insides, slashing faces countless bitches put in their places Severed torsos, butchered assholes, skinless bodies put on wood poles Slaughtered tissue, cutout eyeballs, gallons of fluid stain my tombs walls
One by one I watch them die, my tomb holds more that meets the eye From rape to toture, beatings too they die, but I have more to do My urges force me to violate Theses bitches in their butchered state Slicing throats while I inject my bloodsoaked member Cumming into their slaughtered sombed
Tomb of Scabs Tomb of Scabs Tomb of Scabs
I will never stop till all the bitches die My hatred and rage is what keeps me alive Butcher them, slaughter them gouge out their eyes Murder them, torture them, rip out their spine Never stop till all the bitches die My hatred and rage is what keeps me alive Butcher them, slaughter them gouge out their eyes Murder them, torture them, rip out their spine