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letra de stomped out - butchers harem

[chorus]
doctor, i speak up, a carc-ss is shaking then sh-
x2
[?] your body [?]
[?]
attackin through nightmares and bad dreams

(scatbutcher)
i drink my lager form skulls infested bottle soft
infect the whole underground like ripping slits with my sick c-ck
keep it brutal as f-ck, butchers tight and spit hot
like the vomit after fifty hard home-proof vodka shots
ya b-tches cut the pubic b-n-r used like a pig trough
my sh-t’s not music, now it’s abusive and better off
don’t listen to it in public so cut ya f-ckin ears off
these slithering maggots n get drunk off the blood and guts
slit ya wrist , get ya throat cut , i [?] up ya throat
b-tts are dripping with sperm and sh-t , cl-toris burns to a crisps
the cannibal warlords , weapon store wh-r-s and gore p-rn
mimicking these words, you’ll be found swinging from mic cords
ya f-ckwits are weak -ss so stay off the high horse
my knife causing the life force to pour like a hail storm
my [?] of liquids and j-zm and slave wh-r-s
butchers harem spit the sickest gore lyrics like grindcore

(c-mblood)
[?] cut the mental then i dump the carc-ss in the gutter
weak sl-ts for victims in the organ abductor
or get chopped out n gutted and left with the flies and maggots
it’s intestine mechanics with meat cleaver tactics
if i murder psychiatric saw raping virgin spastic
the still gore livings in the maximum damage
i’m corrupt and brutal like neddy smith in blue murder
i torture like bundy with pincers and then bunsen burners
spraying splitters on ya bone matter shrapnel shards scatter
ya cranium is crushed with the strokes of a sledgehammer
on all forms of flesh wars the vocal cords overlords
depict forms of blood sauce , the knife causes bloodsports
me and my cleaver bring the aussie butcher slavery
guillotine meat, slicing slow, precise and painfully
ya cruelly stomped without [?] and the butcher [?]
for inflicting the hardest lethal terminal injuries

(toecutta)
[?] ya f-cking dumb c-nts , we’ll come for ya spilled guts
motherf-ckers are p-ss-poor sh-t what do you spit for?
we split wh-r-s and spit lyrics in sick forms
c-nts are claiming snuff gore , you ain’t even soft p-rn
shut the f-ck up , get called out and cut the f-ck up
we’re all p-ssed sick f-cks filming two girls and one cup
my hip hop posts n hangout the front of the mental [?]
too close for crime scene photos with all ya f-cking toes cut
by performance the cause of death , bludgeon the head with a [?]
you got me enraged like cage fights
meat cleavers n butchers knife , ya p-ss-es better have nine lives
infected , my rhymes are packed with flesh-eating enzymes
i perpetrate hate crimes, i spit as a gate one
a serial offender, slaughter b-tches like bovine
the rituals dismembered corpses lay slaughtered
they specialize ya [?] of aborted

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