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Necromantic Disposition
04:33
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This is the end
For my weakness they are pleeding I will kill when they come near me
In this suffering
Mutilate and fornicate until the day of your demise
Rape and torture
Shed the blood of my next victim share her guts and skin within them
Divine Nature
Hunting amongst worthless beings
execution have no feelings
Flagged down by her false sense of security
Offer her pills to get my thrills
Whens shes passed out time to get her rat out
Tossed out my door just another tastey whore
Scattering corpses in plain sight
Gurgling rotten - feces
Festering flesh in my taxi bodies hacked into pieces
Shriveling nature
A beast I am on my own
Booze bag drugged up in my cab your fucked up
Brain dead butt fucked I am going to gut her
Urges are pulsing her bodies convulsing
Sick in the mind it's the way you should be
Filled with pure hatred a name you can trust
Red taxi driver killing is a must
Pull her by the hair and drag her every fucking where
Grab her by the feet like shes nothing but meat
Force her to the ground while shes gagged and bound
Rape and tor-ture her
Hidden in the alleyway with her tits on display
Semen soaked stockings there got some shit in her hair
Get her dressed like all the others
I'm away another fare
Taxi driver
Nameless shameless faceless rapist In the sunday paper again
Front page headline
Women live in fear of taxis now that I am on the radar
Rape and torture
Taught to me by my own father he told me I was a bad boy
Fred and Rose West
Best parents I could have wished for
They treated me like no other
Blacked out windows hide hideous crimes of passion
Wiped clean seats remnants of thier disemboweled
Corpse I'm driven by lust the smell of thier
Flesh masked by the scent of my next victim
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2. |
Visceral Disembowelment
04:34
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Hiding in your shadows waiting
Going to make my prescence known
Enjoying your film a little too much
If only I was allowed to touch
Creeping round your house, I stalk
Wishing you had locked the door
Soon you guts will decorate
Like a Christmas Tree
With tinsel and blood dripping
My morbid vision are fufilled
As stab and slice you'll wish you weren't born
My psychopathic way of thinking
Im going to stalk and rape you
Im going to stab and mutilate you
Hack up your corpse and gut you clean
When they find him, her head will be inside
Butchered torso, I will try and hide her
Sever the spine cord tear off her head
Video the torture just for fun
Building up on my collection
Helps me achieve my erection
Cheryl Dempsey
I'll drag you to my basement
Cheryl Dempsey
Stole this mask from theatre placement
Cheryl Dempsey
I'll bang you while your tight
Cheryl Dempsey
I feel like chic-ken to-night
Now I'm finished with your bum
Im away to snake your mum
Vicky Dempsey none of your snash
On your knees and I'll smash your arse
Smash your arse
Smash your arse
My psychopathic way of thinking
Im going to stalk and rape you
Im going to stab and mutilate you
Hack up your corpse and gut you clean
When they find him, her head will be inside
Butchered torso, I will try and hide her
Sever the spine cord tear off her head
Video the torture just for fun
Building up on my collection
Helps me achieve my erection
Now that we realise poughkeepsie is shite
Wish that we didnt watch it last night
Waste of 3 hours I'll never get back
Now Im away to play with my sack
Now that we realise poughkeepsie is shite
Wish that we didnt watch it last night
Fuck watching the end Im away for a snout
Shite is poughkeepsie we have just figured it out
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3. |
Neurotic Aberration
03:40
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Ignorance poisons me - Insanity radicate
Powerless against my will - it becomes me
Captured in a single thought - atrocities will unfold
Disillusion of my purpose - Can' t control my inner sanction
Gut him - Mutilate - Disembowel - Forced by myself
Trapped - Held Down - Beaten - Driven by my vulgar ego
Seeping among us - My worthless adversary
Crushing down on me - A beast unknown to man
Feeding on my habbit - captivation I will not be
Scorn by his lies and terror
Bring him to his knees to
Mourn
Bring him to his knees to mourn
Bring him to his knees for my sanity
Schizophrenic
Self Betrayl
Domination
In my own mind
Suffering - sickening - slaughter the sluts
Decaying matter its nothing but guts
Harvisting humans disecting thier nuts
Urge sub-siding
Blocked out thoughts innocence fading
Calculated carnage waiting
Nervous actions it's my first kill
Can he force me pushed to my limits
Wipe my hands clean of this ludacris
Act of man I failed to see
Blinded by his plea for murder
Forcing me to kill for his fun
Hiding bodies under my stairs
Smashed up cranium bleeds profusely
Stacked up corpses decay begins
Flesh from the bone putrid maggot infestation
Desperate - to escape
What I have - now become
Can not change what I have done - Shameful action
Forced upon me by the voices - whispers that I can not ignore
Moulded into that which I feared
Driven to my self destruction
Noose made - chair placed - suicide - Its my way out
Strangulate - neck break - flayling limbs - Voices will leave on my last breath
Seeping among us - My worthless adversary
Crushing down on me - A beast unknown to man
Feeding on my habbit - captivation I will not be
Scorn by his lies and terror
Bring him to his knees to mourn
Crippled by the fact he haunts me - searching for a new beginning
Distorted by the way taught me - cant escape the mental presence
Sympathy I will not recieve - terror caused they have been deceived
Discision has been made for me - He'll take my life infront of me
Kill - hang that noose around your neck now
It's - time to take your life
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4. |
Torment of the Weak
03:07
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Embedding needles in my groin
Reward the mongos with a coin
Fantasise about castration
Feeding on your mums menstration
Tie him up and smack his scrotum
He screamed out so I would poke him
Frightened me off he was too loud
Here's a tenner
Blacks - Will not be missed
Retards - Neither will they
Feaces - Like to eat them
Urine - Just like strongbow flavour
Came to your door then I saw her
Hatched a plan - In my mind - I was going to eat her
Sit on my knee I eat pot cheese
Taken to empty house
Torment of the weak
Kicking biting scratching me then I choked her to death
Boiled broiled fried and stewed took nine days to eat you
Virgin ass I did not smash could have if I want-ed
Wish I had I am bad
Torment of the weak
I love children they are tastey
Like to cook them in with pastry
I am savage when I ravage
Behind tastes like rotten cabbage
Punished when I was a young boy
Treated like my teachers sex toy
sadomasochistic pleasure
Got a hard-on
Carpets - Will be rolled in
Ordered - By my friend John
Mouths - Will be shat in
Kinky - Just the way I like it
Took him to the Riker dump yard
Stripped and bound he's left for me
Nine tails homemade bleeding arse crack
Back with my tools to carve him up
Bleed - In baw deep
Feed - Off of you
Hacking up his facial features relish in my beastly nature
Slit his face from ear to ear
Gouged his eyes out now he's dead
Thrust the knife into his belly looking forward to some jelly
Amputated and beheaded by the Gray Man
Kicking biting scratching me then I choked her to death
Boiled broiled fried and stewed took nine days to eat you
Virgin ass I did not smash could have if I want-ed
Wish I had - I am bad
Nine day buffet
Nine day buffet
Bleed - In baw deep
Feed - Torment of the weak
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5. |
Back to Crack
02:51
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Amy Winehouse
Your a junkie couldn't kick it
twelve hun-dred pound deadly ticket
Off the booze your dead
Feeding off your filthy habit
You saw smack and had to grab it
Shame about your horsey features
You had quite a nice voice
Foaming out your mouth cos of the
shit that you inject
Viens collapsing organs failing
Rehab Rehab Rehab Rehab
Standing in the alleyways making sure the needle sprays
Jaggin up before my work
Manky needle in my skin it's not going in the bin
Rehab Rehab Rehab Rehab
Tried to make me go to rehab
But I said fuck off nosy
Should have listened now Im dead
Heroin and crack was all i was fed
Wardrobe chucked out by my Da
Gave away all of my bras
Better than a car-boot sale
For his daughter he has failed
Smoking my crack pipe again
Crusty nasel passage
Smoking my crack pipe again
I dont wash as much now
Tried to make me go to rehab
No
No no no no
Tried to make me come off the drugs
No
No no no no
Amy Winehouse
Your a junkie couldn't kick it
twelve hundred pound deadly ticket
Off the booze your dead
Feeding off your filthy habit
You saw smack and had to grab it
Shame about your horsey features
You had quite a nice voice
Foaming out your mouth cos of the
shit that you inject
Viens collapsing organs failing
Rehab Rehab Rehab Rehab
Standing in the alleyways making sure the needle sprays
Jaggin up before my work
Manky needle in my skin it's not going in the bin
Rehab Rehab Rehab Rehab
Foaming from your mouth cos of the shit injected
Veins are collapsing and organs are failing
Veins are collapsing and Im away back to crack
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6. |
Incestual Convulsions
02:47
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I am the legend - They call me orphan killer
I am the messenger - Of pain and suffering
Barbed wire crown - Worn as a vision of this
Desecration of your life - Breathing down upon you
Decapitate masturbate getting raped fuck her
I am the masked monster
Psychopath lacerate exucute her now
Let her bleed out
Motivation growing stronger
Hunting down my only prey
I will be the last thing you'll see
Incestual convulsions
As my axe swings down - You'll pay for all your sins
When you die in front of me - Finally - I am free
Crippled carcass as I please - Guts and skin becoming me
Closer than my dad would be - Inside of you
Bathing in your entrails - Ravaging your foul smells
Soaking in my sweet success - I will not be ashamed
Of my sister
Paedophilic priest I see - no more touching those boys
Sins committed in his home - blasphemy from one of his own
Suppressing my memories - filling with pure hatred
Father when I find you - Beg me not to touch you
Searching profusely - slaughtering all of the nuns
Podgered with a crucifix - teaching me about religion
Father I forgive you - hellbent on making them suffer
Sister I will find you - betrayed by your own family
Decapitate masturbate getting raped fuck her
I am the masked monster
Psychopath lacerate exucute her now
Let her bleed out
Motivation growing stronger
Hunting down my only prey
I will be the last thing you'll see
In this carnage
I was the legend - They called me orphan killer
The only messenger - Of pain and suffering
Barbed wire crown - Worn as a vision of this
Desecration of your life - as I breath upon you
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7. |
Sutured Flesh
04:49
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Chapping on my wooden front door
Here to preach your Holy shit
Your are not aware of my
Intentions
Invited to rid my sins
Nothing but my next skinned victim
Down in my basement is where the
Fun Begins
Skinned Alive
This game has just begun
Skinned Alive
Oh how I'm having fun
Skinned Alive
Your praying for your mum
Skinned Alive
My cock is in your bum
Bashed with your bible down to the basement
Locking the door as I desend
Chain you down onto my bed
Pencil jammed into your jed
Rip out pages from your holy book
Cock in your mouth I'll make you sook
Jizzing in your open eyes
Jesus Mary Joseph oh what a surprise
Ripping teeth out from your jaw
Painful pleasures I provide
Chocking on your blood as I
Excise your teeth for myself
Pouring savlon down your throat
Cleaning up just to check
Wouldn't want to miss a tooth
Need a chain around my neck
Jesus wished to change my way but now his messenger is going to pay
Home made cross propped up on my wall
Crucxified my blade will swing slicing off your wee ding ding
Now your skin begin to fall
Carving up your hide like skin place your waste into my bin
Completing my Jesus jacket
From your blessed skin
Fabricate it for my son I'll give it to him when he's one
Need to make them pockets deeper
For his bible
Seperating you from your flesh
Butchered bodies hacked to pieces
You were not aware of my
Intentions
Looking up at your skinned car-cass
Weeping in our sacred spit
Down on my knees begging for
Forgiveness now
Your God will abandoned you now
He will not recognise my work
Carved into a piece of artwork
On my cross you will remain
Rotten corpse will fade away
My sons jacket is here to stay
Remind me of your name again
So I can tell him when he's ten
Tasting the blood as I gargle and spit
Artery spray
Sharpen my knife before you are condemned
Slicing your flesh
Carving your skin like its my only fix
Feeding on sin
Human defection your one of the few
To become him
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8. |
From Chin To Hole
04:17
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Impaled into your chest I slice
Twist and slit so sick I spit
Saliva dripping carcass
Decomposing mockit bitch a filthy cunt a terrible itch
Inverted human scum
In my garden there is fun
One clean cut I will gut
From chin to hole
From chin to hole it's my goal
From chin to hole it's my goal
Out for a snout
Machete come out
Kick the bitches junky teeth right out
Now I'm half way through ma snout
Chin to hole a gutted human carcass on my wall
Blood drips down on my floor
Crack your skull nothing more than a wee dirty whore
Decomposing mockit bitch a filthy cunt a terrible itch
Scabby pubes mouth foul of shit a filthy cunt a terrible itch
Decomposing mockit bitch a filthy cunt a terrible itch
Scabby pubes mouth foul of shit a filthy cunt a terrible itch
How does it feel knowing you're my shit
Pouring dolmio on you
How does it feel knowing you're my shit
With a side of garlic bread
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