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[Verse 1: Bushpig]
Warped anglo syllables are mangled to ridicule
All the whack and pitiful, ya crap sounds minuscule
Spit at you imbeciles, sicken all with visuals of splattered individuals
Perverse lyrical criminal, fuck with this shit, ya better be well protected
Shut ya lips quick or get ya next disconnected
Fuckwits dicks ripped and shredded by hells henchmen
Smell the stench when ya flesh is stretched, belted and melted
Home invasion cut ya bitch up, worse than Helter Skelter
Child of Satan fuck the slit and suck the guts and drain it
Seek shelter from this storm because its blood, that's raining
I feed off pain and suffering, deformed bludgeon and main
Inside the pussy of a slut, I bury rusty blades
And slice the oozing pit of crust tearing chunks of waste
Fuck the face with the cleaver ass-pumping for days
'Till the meats palpitated or my fucking blade breaks

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[Verse 2: Cumblood]
It's a lyrical onslaught with cannibal blood sport
Ya soft (?) wankers [?] with a chainsaw
Raising element [?] flesh in a monitor
A human carnival inflicted mass of the pussy gore
A murder severed (?) flesh [?] meat [?]
Cut ya artery [?]
[?] killing for the present
Rapes you in spasms making you gore
Orgasm (?) whores [?] draining cunts [?]
(?) decaying pussy amputating
Split you up like a virgin, watch the [?] cleavers
[?] medication to the sexual surgeon
Re-decorate ya anus [?] with a razor
We'll stick ya ass [?] like a deep [?] red alarm
The [?] butcher in the torture chamber
The corpse creator, it's like her perfect (?)

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