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letra de 2 maskmen - m.m.m.f.d.

[verse 1: insane poetry]
is there candy in the van? not really it’s just the chloroform
the 2 unsubs on the loose from where the horror’s born
pour acid on your skin we love to pour it on
we are the devils in your city with distorted h-rns

[verse 2: scum]
the crown of th-rns is on your head for re-enactment
we be them romans, call you christ we going back in
tell ’em it’s too bad, there’s no returning from this journey
next thing you see is an autopsy on a stainless gurney

[verse 3: insane poetry]
you are the perfect person for us to sn-tch up in an instant
one sеcond you’re there, nеxt thing your missing
you are now trapped inside a world where the pain begins
and driving to a spot in the woods, where we drain your limbs

[verse 4: scum]
ain’t what it seems and it ain’t what it looks like
words for effect so much worse when we took lives
many were shocked like nine volts to the c-nt lips
corpses impaled on them stakes with the blunt tips

[chorus: scum & insane poetry]
pull up on your slogan and you know it’s time to roll
we promised that we’ll bring you back in parts not as a whole
we promise that we’ll bring you back in bags up in a tarp
we’re cold as ice we’re packing heat and blades our h-lla shopped
we pulled up, we popped out we grabbed ’em (grabbed em)
we pulled up, we popped out we grabbed ’em (grabbed em)
all they saw was the 2 maskmen (mask men!)
that pulled up and popped out and grabbed ’em (grabbed em)
[verse 5: scum]
snuff that b-tch in the back of the van when the gun’s pressed
right to her chest, f-ck around and i’m heartless
now do what’s best do the gagging and cuffing
save all the begging and tears for the snuffing

[verse 6: insane poetry]
it’s nothing, we hiding the bodies that we scooped up
in a place far away in a forest where they get chewed up
from our bassett hounds that we starved for a week or two
as they tear the flesh off your bones, oh what a scenic view

[verse 7: scum]
we seen a few of the so-called brave ones cry like babies
p-ssing themselves and foaming at they mouth like rabies
forgive me ladies but you b-tches got us f-cked up
thinking we care if we get caught or shot or locked up

[verse 8: insane poetry]
it’s another snuff-u-mentary when you mentioning lsp
you know it’s getting bl–dy when witnessing triple m-f-d
we’re a different thing to horror that you’re not worthy of
and when we out to sn-tch you up i’ll bring my dirty glove

- m m m f d

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