c***, hard
As we start
The strangest sight to behold
Cadavers
Cold flesh and rock solid boab
A p****
You've only seen in nightmares
So solid,
Old folk and children it scares
Running around, from the c*** of your dreams
Fleshy, veiny, scary
From the coffin into parishioners
Watch them run, f****** scared of the boab
Every step they take, they will be consumed
You can't run, up the b**, check out the size of that chode
Pinstripe suit, with a rip in the gooch
He's come for you
He's gone commando, no more shame
Huge pants tent
Morticians fault, he is the one to blame
Open box, with a c*** on the rocks
It's a phallic pipe
No more trousers, they are gone
Bifkin cone
Morticians fault, he is the one to blame
We, we shall not survive, we will die
We cannot have a future
Flame grilled, served up for your dinner
c*** filled, f***** 'till dead, no more tread
s**** filled, creamy j*** on your t***
You're now infested
Filth...
Feces, now you see, smothered on your face
Milky s**** in your ears, you can't hear a thing
Framing up the entry, it's your turn, feel the burn
You'll have to wait, there a queue to see the p**** too
c***
It had c**
Upon me
I have no fear
I will take it
You c***
As we end
There's nothing left to unfold
Continue
The story must be retold
That p****
A legend in it's own right
No dreaming
Screaming it's name out at night
Open box with c*** inside it
You have witnessed something frightening
Run straight from the chode
Get what you're owed
s**** out my load
Release
It's the time for a reign in terror
All the juices are flowing
Just cause of the massacre
It's what I do and I do it well
Spinal fluid in a cup or two
Priapism for the f*** of you
Everytime I s**** my load
A piece of me goes into you
f*** you
You have no soul
Cream pied!
Open casket priapism is a haunting sight
As we start
The strangest sight to behold
Cadavers
Cold flesh and rock solid boab
A p****
You've only seen in nightmares
So solid,
Old folk and children it scares
Running around, from the c*** of your dreams
Fleshy, veiny, scary
From the coffin into parishioners
Watch them run, f****** scared of the boab
Every step they take, they will be consumed
You can't run, up the b**, check out the size of that chode
Pinstripe suit, with a rip in the gooch
He's come for you
He's gone commando, no more shame
Huge pants tent
Morticians fault, he is the one to blame
Open box, with a c*** on the rocks
It's a phallic pipe
No more trousers, they are gone
Bifkin cone
Morticians fault, he is the one to blame
We, we shall not survive, we will die
We cannot have a future
Flame grilled, served up for your dinner
c*** filled, f***** 'till dead, no more tread
s**** filled, creamy j*** on your t***
You're now infested
Filth...
Feces, now you see, smothered on your face
Milky s**** in your ears, you can't hear a thing
Framing up the entry, it's your turn, feel the burn
You'll have to wait, there a queue to see the p**** too
c***
It had c**
Upon me
I have no fear
I will take it
You c***
As we end
There's nothing left to unfold
Continue
The story must be retold
That p****
A legend in it's own right
No dreaming
Screaming it's name out at night
Open box with c*** inside it
You have witnessed something frightening
Run straight from the chode
Get what you're owed
s**** out my load
Release
It's the time for a reign in terror
All the juices are flowing
Just cause of the massacre
It's what I do and I do it well
Spinal fluid in a cup or two
Priapism for the f*** of you
Everytime I s**** my load
A piece of me goes into you
f*** you
You have no soul
Cream pied!
Open casket priapism is a haunting sight