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letra de mitenberg massacre - bloodshot & dark preacha

[intro: bloodshot]
why are we underground right now, sir?
mitenberg massacre, mitenberg massacre, mitenberg massacre
why are we underground right now, sir?
mitenberg massacre, [?]
welcome to h-ll

[verse 1: bloodshot]
when i walk in, i drag my feet (yeah!)
choppin’ people up to the sound of this beat (chop, chop, yeah)
i got dead babies regurgitated
i spit ’em on plates and the rest get refrigerated (yeah)!
i eat babiеs like a gorilla (rah!)
sn-tch ’em from they mothеr’s, call me a baby k!ller (yeah)
but i ain’t dead, so let me flip the story
mitenberg massacre, blood be like quarry (quarry)
an army of clowns, freaks and demons (demons)
even ghosts and you can’t even see ’em (yeah!)
we got weapons, we bashin’ through the towns (towns!)
body parts galore, scattered on the sacred grounds (grounds!)
ancient symbolic slaughter rituals (-ual!)
convert children to our, our horror schools (horror schools!)
this massacre shall make history (yeah!)
good versus evil, another victory (victory!)

[chorus: bloodshot]
mitenberg massacre
mitenberg massacre, they’re k!llin’, they’re k!llin’ (yeah)
mitenberg massacre (yeah)
mitenberg massacre, they’re k!llin’, they’re k!llin’ (massacre)
mitenberg massacre (yeah)
mitenberg massacre, they’re k!llin’, they’re k!llin’ (ah)
mitenberg massacre (yeah)
mitenberg massacre, they’re k!llin’, they’re k!llin’ (massacre)
[verse 2: dark preacha]
walkin’ through the shadows on the street with the straight-edge
a cannibalistic, cannibalistic k!ller paint you red (red)
you bled when i slapped ya, i drug you to my lab (hahahaha)
strapped you to a table, commenced to f-ckin’ stab, stab
this is a massacre i feed on when you bleed (bleed)
i’ll skin you alive, hang, you’ll dangle from a tree
bathe in your blood, munch on your face (faces)
chew on your face ’cause it’s got a grimy taste (nom nom)
i’m the stalker of the night right behind the woods (rah)
sell your parts on the black market, i got the goods (got the goods)
a liver or a kidney, i got what you need (need)
in a bathtub full of ice and left to bleed (bleed, bleed)
scream while you can, it’ll never f-ckin’ help
these are the cards that the devil f-ckin’ dealt (deal)
a massacre of gore in the house of pain
you can’t scream if you want to, no f-ckin’ way (massacre!)

- bloodshot dark preacha

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