Visceral Bleeding Lyrics
Visceral Bleeding Lyrics
"Spreader Of Disease (Burn The Bitch) Lyrics"
Get Over It Lyrics
First of all my numbers aint listed so how you get my digits You call my crib, my cell, my job, and even left a message You out of line shorty, you bout’ to piss me off You don’t even know me that way You
First of all my numbers aint listed so how you get my digits You call my crib, my cell, my job, and even left a message You out of line shorty, you bout’ to piss me off You don’t even know me that way You
Dreaded fuck face, grotesque
Abomination, to our race disgusting
Fraudulent, putrid hypocrite
Calculating, sinister, corrupt
Dishonest, devious, unclean
Filthy two-faced liar
Rancid whore, spreader of disease
The time is now, time to stop this sick infected whore
Introduce her to reprisal, present the consequences
Of her unclean, dirty, wicked living
Limb by limb, I will deform her
She will not twist another
Rats In The Cellar Lyrics
Goin' under, Rats In The Cellar Goin' under, skin's turnin' yellow Nose is runny, losin' my connection Losin' money, getting no affection New York City blues East side, West side lose Throw me in the
mindGoin' under, Rats In The Cellar Goin' under, skin's turnin' yellow Nose is runny, losin' my connection Losin' money, getting no affection New York City blues East side, West side lose Throw me in the
Not lure, deceit, infect, defile
Violent grab, pound her face into the dirt
Mud soaked, hold her down by the hair
She's fighting violent, no breath, panic
Face turns blue, army boot face kick
Numbs of, falling down, passing out
Blood seeps slowly, pitiful moaning
Open hand face slap, she will not pass out
Not escape the pain
Her silent crying swiftly changes to screams of terror as I start
My work of tor
Summer (Priority Version) Lyrics
Instrumental
ure on her torso, breaking ribs and bruising white skinInstrumental
Broken bottle glass reflection shows her deformed face expression
Nose, chin, lips severely damaged, skin and tissue mixed with her own
Blood, she'll bleed, drain the bitch
Lying in a pool of her infected dirty blood she pleads for life
Her cries for mercy only fuels my burning hatred, time to die
Burn the fucking bitch, pain will now transform
Change it's face, become more
31/32 Lyrics
You were voted most likely to have your name go up in lights Only took a few years to see that through Now you're most likely to end up dead alone in a hotel room 31/32 Roust the boy, smack the wife Migh
extreme, progress into deathYou were voted most likely to have your name go up in lights Only took a few years to see that through Now you're most likely to end up dead alone in a hotel room 31/32 Roust the boy, smack the wife Migh
Pure vengeance will flow, broad of hate
The urge that has grown strong, stimulate
In my eyes she's nothing but a repulsive vermin, source of illness
Spreader of disease, burn the bitch
Bring the flame to her body
In convulsing spasm she burns
Skin peeling off, the flesh exposed
Boiling blood expands burst through vessels
Suffer wrath of fire, you disgusting fucking liar