[Verse 1: Freakazoid]
Wer zum Teufel bist du? Und was zur Hölle willst du von Beelzebub?
Das Necronomicon ist ein seltenes Buch und El Diablo ist sehr selbstbewusst
Das hast du nicht selbst gewusst? Und es wird dir selbst bewusst
Dass jeder sterben muss, denn irgendwann ist eben Schluss
Von der Geburt übern ersten Kuss
Bis zum letzten Atemzug, leben wird zu einer echten Sucht
Und Angst vor dem Tod ist der beste Grund
Aber Unsterblichkeit wäre ein Fluch
Denn die Unendlichkeit dauert eine ewige Zeit ohne flucht

[Verse 2: MC Cumblood]
Anal [?] lacks take fluids down and ready to carve
As my cock thrusts internally and your body rots eternally
In my cemetery of snuff of the decay
[?] during my sexual ceremonies
While your corpse [?] spare their memories of the anal abuse
The physical landscapes carry the scars
As they have been transformed with rotting parts
Drunk cadaver that resemble prehistoric by ordeal filth
I feel [?] of monster cocks
All pedophilic [?] flesh without line fulfilling

[Verse 3: MC Bushpig]
Every carcass tells a story with a rotten flesh
A foul stench, golden pig disfigured ornaments
Lifeless yet descriptive imprints
Bleeding wounds, scars, burns and fractures
Murderous tortures are reenacted
Shown from the way that ya skull's impacted
My simple solution to life confusion
Your violent death is a pollution
Or an aids for the sickly amusements
Of the multiple cuts on a dead woman's cunt
Trade my incisions made of the flesh of a dirty slut
After nailing the bleeding eyelids shut (fucking dumb bitch!)
Disemboweled hydronic and quartered
The [?] needs to be slaughtered
Your life is aborted and abused by the sick and the morbid
Butchering on the death wheel
Innocent delicate bodies are broken and skewered on a cold steel
It's a bigger way of rottin' skin peels
To reveal the chill, bottom meats at the vaginal meal
At the morbid of brain death, irreversible cessation
My murderous creations of trophies after decapitation
I keep your rotten pussy for my penis penetration

[Verse 4: Freakazoid]
Ihr seid verrückt und ratlos mit der Zeit aber auch rückgratlos
Weil ihr drückt grad bloß den Türdrücker hoch
Verhindert so alle neuen Informationen
[?]

[Verse 5: MC Cumblood]
The moment before sleeping the final comatoses
The second before the body releases the final energy surplus
Alive for successfully extinguish solves
The spirits of dead mutilated men
Only an act of pure sadistic brutality
At least demonic entities to form of reality
Just before the last breath leaves you murdered mortal vessel
Known by all creatures, it's the time of judgement
As written in the first convent
But useful purposes of mind control
To command the mouth for a human soul
Face effective has no meaning
It's time for cadaver cleaning
Your vital essence traded hunger on the fixtures from the ceiling
While your mind is still dreaming
The exposed brain is on the sacrificial altar
Worms eating decomposing act like [?]
Warts onto your cranium decaying rotten and torn