Factory stance, acid in stamps, I'm exmortis, chalice and plants, it's dancers moonlighting its tortoise
Slice your wig up, the general sword fuck him with Gore shit, pretty girls made graves I kiss 'em once in their coffins
A Japanese romance morbid corpses I'm twisted it's often, the last one up in the morgue I'm mad nauseous!
Rockin' a shmack, wet nurse to pledging my cock, whether vegetables like Shiavo on pot, ready to pop!
Smoked the burning witch, pregnant bitches lookin' for Mitch, me seein' is sick, nurses pop off they're lookin' for dick!
My killers are crunk from Malibu to kids in the sticks, the Pre-Apocalypse the last Pre-Fix killin' your whole shit!