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letra de sick mother fucker - grim therapist

[verse 1: grimrape]
attack wh-r-s to create actual gore graphics without the absence of comp-ssion
relax giving plastic-wrapped hags, piggybacks, the acid b-sses
skitzo therapist s-d-sts of sick, addict for death and sadness
practice dark magic in torture tactics with rancid hands cracked in
the hatchets, icepicks, nice bats, vice grips and axes
b-tch strapped to a bed in an abandoned attic, raped by a satanic savage
lick a matchstick on the gas [?] mattress
theme for spastic screams of manikin actress from a horror cl-ssic
dingle [?] from flaccid in the [?] prophylactic
climaxes gooshy gashes splash and spit
lungs collapsed like a tire flat slow with mol-sses drips
while i’m romantically necromancer, cl-t lips sip on her nipples
nibble on her ripped t-ts, crack a sternum for the chest
retracted in vet, slip my fist through her ribs
m-ssage the heart with my fingertips, feel the lapstick tighten my grip
crevice is packed with excrement to prove i give a sh-t
[?] of flesh is cracked and stripped, snap her back like a red tractor
blades digs stomach fat and leaves the skin flat like a wombat
smash the skull until her mouth spits like a [?]
crack the face mask with skin gr-ss from the headless lag
-n-l blast her dissected lower half
dead -ss p-sses gaster in s-x with the cadaver
dressed in the gland bag, compressed in a trash compactor
that’s the aftermath from my unnatural disasters
i’m psychopathic, dark matter, nothing matters
[?] skull shattered, brain matter and splattered bladders
to this demonic mad hatter
rotten remains scattered famous insane b-st-rd
[?] half raptor, embalmed jacob’s ladder
hang you backwards from heaven’s rafters to sn-tch the souls of the raptured
clipping the wings, adding strings for this puppet master
legs fractured, no escape from capture
harbored to be tortured and battered by this unholy pastor
scalpel slices like a hot knife through b-tter
i will make you s-s-s-s-stutter
at the side of your dead mother in her bed
barely covered by her blood soaked comforter
you can tell i loved her, the way i smothered her in c-m b-tter
and big offal hunters, i’m a motherf-ck
she worship guttered sl-t, she awoke
slit her throat right after busting my nut
wh-r-s slithered up than vomit and chunks
as the blade plunged inside her guts

- grim therapist

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