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Brutal styles

Yo check this shit
Mother fuckers
Necro shit bitch
Yo yo yo yo........

Brutal style butcher knife verbel dice
Nice splice your flesh together like tape
The weathers great, bloods pouring on your cocksuckin head,
Your fuckin dead
Bury corpse nessessary very sick, very merry

Morbid absorb it, get more sick
Like a low budget goreflick on some carnavore shit
Forfeit kid ya akward, walk with, bash in the nose
That you snort wit, don't talk shit

Rip the flamer, shove the clip and pull the hammer back, cock it back
Aim it, now your famous, it's writin all over your face, that your fake,
Plus you out of shape, keep it don't make caress your head god bless the dead

Rip the flamer, shove the clip and pull the hammer back, cock it back
Aim it, now your famous, it's writin all over your face, that your fake,
Plus you out of shape, keep it don't make caress your head god bless the dead

Da original, skitzophrenic, epedemic, the brain bleeds
Jewerly and desease, the answer is cancerous, lyrics that'll massicre the master
Is me!

Cool off in the warm bath of piss
Your mad, you die, you bleed, you cry
I laugh, we snicker, we clicker
Once through your skull, pull the trigger
Your missery is history, evil like a fat bastard
With elastic tits that stretch like Mr. Fantastic
My rhymes are 1,000 times, more putrid, then a shit spill potty
Next to your dead body.....in a room of no renewz-it
More stenchin then your corpse tied up in the truck, as me and my henchmen
Light up the skunk, and drive around BUDDAH.......Puffin

Blood and guts, got no love for shmucks
Stab anything that stairs, i bet nobody cares
I kill and smile, the illest style, a million piles of dead homos
That try to rap the vile, now pass the pills so i can pop you G
The cops are verbal autopsy murder your spot B

Rip the flamer, shove the clip and pull the hammer back, cock it back
Aim it, now your famous, it's writin all over your face, that your fake,
Plus you out of shape, keep it don't make.......???

RIP THE FLAMER KID, THEN SHOVE THE CLIP INSIDE
THEN COCK THE HAMMER BACK, AND BLOW YOUR FUCKIN BRAINS OUT BITCH

I can shut you up many ways, beat you dead, use a needle and a thread
Chop up your tounge feed it to humans, like meat and bread
Chokin whores till there vocal cords burst out of your throat
And blood on the floor, now your spookin for.
Shove a spook in your jaw, tie it with wires, put tape on your mouth
Ask you some questions, after you reply is wired

I got a huge buzz, with a chainsaw in my hand ready to give your skull a
Crew cut, when i use drugs, watch wut glue does turns me in to s'cause
Like the desease capal through punks

Snuff
Jab
Mush
Grab
Kick
Stomp
Jux
Stab

Snuff
Jab
Mush
Grab
Kick
Stomp
Jux
Stab

......get ya own style....get ya own style

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Yo check this shit
Mother fuckers
Necro shit bitch
Yo yo yo yo........

Brutal style butcher knife verbel dice
Nice splice your flesh together like tape
The weathers great, bloods pouring on your cocksuckin head,
Your fuckin dead
Bury corpse nessessary very sick, very merry

Morbid absorb it, get more sick
Like a low budget goreflick on some carnavore shit
Forfeit kid ya akward, walk with, bash in the nose
That you snort wit, don't talk shit

Rip the flamer, shove the clip and pull the hammer back, cock it back
Aim it, now your famous, it's writin all over your face, that your fake,
Plus you out of shape, keep it don't make caress your head god bless the dead

Da original, skitzophrenic, epedemic, the brain bleeds
Jewerly and desease, the answer is cancerous, lyrics that'll massicre the master
Is me!

Cool off in the warm bath of piss
Your mad, you die, you bleed, you cry
I laugh, we snicker, we clicker
Once through your skull, pull the trigger
Your missery is history, evil like a fat bastard
With elastic tits that stretch like Mr. Fantastic
My rhymes are 1,000 times, more putrid, then a shit spill potty
Next to your dead body.....in a room of no renewz-it
More stenchin then your corpse tied up in the truck, as me and my henchmen
Light up the skunk, and drive around BUDDAH.......Puffin

Blood and guts, got no love for shmucks
Stab anything that stairs, i bet nobody cares
I kill and smile, the illest style, a million piles of dead homos
That try to rap the vile, now pass the pills so i can pop you G
The cops are verbal autopsy murder your spot B

Rip the flamer, shove the clip and pull the hammer back, cock it back
Aim it, now your famous, it's writin all over your face, that your fake,
Plus you out of shape, keep it don't make.......???

RIP THE FLAMER KID, THEN SHOVE THE CLIP INSIDE
THEN COCK THE HAMMER BACK, AND BLOW YOUR FUCKIN BRAINS OUT BITCH

I can shut you up many ways, beat you dead, use a needle and a thread
Chop up your tounge feed it to humans, like meat and bread
Chokin whores till there vocal cords burst out of your throat
And blood on the floor, now your spookin for.
Shove a spook in your jaw, tie it with wires, put tape on your mouth
Ask you some questions, after you reply is wired

I got a huge buzz, with a chainsaw in my hand ready to give your skull a
Crew cut, when i use drugs, watch wut glue does turns me in to s'cause
Like the desease capal through punks

Snuff
Jab
Mush
Grab
Kick
Stomp
Jux
Stab

......get ya own style....get ya own style