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letra de carcass toss - darby o'trill & devereaux

[verse 1: darby o’trill]
on some ’90’s horror fl!ck sh-t, bumping korn and misfits
i am in the business of making headless victims
i finally found a way to release all of my rage
i pound upon your face and make you eat a live grenade
lately i’ve been feeling like my life is just a waste
lounging in my lair plotting out the judgment day
i really reenact columbine any time
just call up a friend of mine and go gun down the lunch line (boom! boom! boom! boom!)
i’m the creepy f-ck staring at your ass
in my black backpack is a knife and a mask
traumatic events have caused my mind to collapse
then i tried suicide but i just die and come back
so i guess it would seem that i am stuck on this earth
to еndure an eternity of pain, suffеr, and hurt
i just bought a new nine, let’s put this f-cker to work
and i’m drunk out my mind strolling up to a church
i’ll take a switchblade then stick it in a kid’s face
a natural born k!ller, i’m aware of my sick fate
on my day of birth i was hatched from an egg
the curse of the earth with a crack in my brain
attacking and slashing, hacking your face
make a feast for myself with the splattered remains
i’m so diabolic that they call me a monster
i hate the whole world, i hope that we all burn
i want to pull out your intestinal tract
because i know i can make a necklace with that
used the rest of your guts for my breakfast and snacks
mix some up in a bowl with some insects and rats
watching your world as it falls into pieces
idiots fight over who they believe in
another one dead over allah or jesus
this world that we live on is crawling with demons (ha ha ha ha ha)
[interlude: darby o’trill]
chop ’em up, feed ’em to the crocs, carcass toss
lost in the mud of the swamp, carcass toss
chop ’em up, feed ’em to the crocs, carcass toss
lost in the mud of the swamp, carcass toss

[verse 2: sh-ggy the airhead]
when i got the mask on, i’ma let your ass live
couldn’t find it ’til they jumping like a trampoline up on your ribs
now my shoes stained red, what the f-ck?
perfect timing, darby, help me get this body in the trunk
now we smelling like a skunk, i can’t get over this stench (we dusty)
was dripping lazy and crazy but now i’m drenched (wet)
in the event never dream that sh-t’s irrelevant
just throw that body in the trench, let’s get h-lla bent
everywhere i look, i see the same f-cking things
skeletons all around me and ghosts jumping out to hear me scream
forever lost in the swamp, crocs on your feet
and i ain’t talking ’bout the super shoes, i’m talking t–th
this my new favorite hobby, i love graverobbing
gasoline under my nose so i don’t smell the rotting body
it takes two to throw a pr-no, bring your rookie ho bruh
cuz if they throw up you sacrifice ’em into the hole bruh

[verse 3: scum]
stab to the sick and malignant creature in my brain
that’s eating me alive throughout my life, i need some pain meds
that you have no use for where i used to put my knife down
’til it’s sticky l!cky like you cut under the nightgown
period siberia and when it comes to razor
keeping bodies limping with no limbs, it seems to pay off
when i lay off drugs except for weed because i spark that
while i’m making snuff that’s rough enough to shock the dark web
stab a motherf-cker then i film that
grab them by the throat and when i’m in that
all my brain is gone and i won’t stop until they breath no more
and then i go and toss they carcass out the window
splat, splat, splat! better get that cleaning crew you come out
scr-pe you off the pavement blame them doctors letting scum out
of the institution where they kept me medicated
when i’m not sedated somebody’s getting mutilated

- darby otrill devereaux

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