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letra de demonic possessed - chuckklez

[intro: essek & chuckklez & both]
ugh! hey, uh, chuckklez, you’ve been…
what’s up?
uh, chuckkle. chu-chuckkle. ugh!
ha ha ha. you alright?
hey, uh, chuckklez. you’ve been feelin’ kinda, kind of weird lately?
yeah, man. i’ve been kind of strange lately
i don’t know man, i don’t know. me too
ha ha ha ha

[verse 1: essek]
castrating infants and f-ckin all the little corpses
after this cocaine i am snortin’
you really think you’re evil? (ree!) let me tell you somethin’ (ree!)
your daughter’s skull, i’m crushin’ (ree!)
jackin’ off and bustin’ children on their f-ckin’ m-ffin
l!ck it and munchin’ on cl-toris
literally f-ckin’ munchin’ on cl-toris
and if you ain’t feelin’ this, go to f-ckin’ church, b-tch
this ain’t no p-ssy sh-t, we possessed b-tch
as i stick it in, i’m lookin’ for any alternative
unable to control my f-ckin’ brain and my limbs
i reminisce when god was able to forgive and now i’m rapin’ this kid
freddy krueger, finger-f-ckin’ this b-tch (blow!)
i’m sick enough to say whatever i want (like?)
me f-ckin’ virgin mary, l!ckin’ her tw-t (aight)
essek is going insane, opening the veins
call it a possession of the brain
[interlude: essek & chuckklez]
ugh! pass me the f-ckin’, pass me the weed, hurry up
here you go, man
anyway, how you been man?
i don’t know man

[verse 2: chuckklez]
i’m feeling kind of funny right before i smoked that f-cking weed
and now i’m truly possessed, just like satan on some ecstasy
my body has a mind of its own, searchin’ for some virgin b-tch
so i took one through the alley and f-cked her ass with a crucifix
she started screaming out in agony, oh, prayin’ for mary
but i told her i k!lled that stupid sl-t in the cemetery
and sucked off all the p-ssy juice off her bl–dy tw-t
and spat it back on my d-ck so i could shove it in her busted mouth
there’s so many different reasons why you creatures make us f-ckin’ sick
all talkin’ about your bibles and this “jesus love you” bullsh-t
don’t try to judge me on what you believe, ’cause i’m possessed n-gga
i’ll rip you motherf-ckers apart and mail your ass to a h0m- preacher
better lock up all the doors and hide your kids
then try not to make a f-ckin’ peep right before i come in
or else it’s gonna be that time to release my demon from inside
feastin’ upon the flesh and soul on your family on devil’s night

- chuckklez

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