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letra de art of gore - m.m.m.f.d.

art of gore lyrics
[verse 1: insane poetry]
the art of gorehop, ain’t it beautiful
picasso, i paint, let me paint your funeral (uh)
suspects, we remain the usual
triple m-f-d, bloodstains is suitable
savagery is the law of your favorite group
lacerations with the claws of a sabretooth
you little delicate delicatessen
we are hungry, we love to smell your intestines
being cooked on an open fire under the pale moonlight
when the lycans get together with the cen0bites
black robes and rituals for the banquet
just imagine the visuals of their anguish
got ’em screaming in the belly of a brazen war
human beings being cooked like it’s ancient food
snuff kings, we arrange the casualties
we cut things when we paint this masterpiece

[verse 2: scum]
like a lesbian we introduce your cult to scissoring
literally when we got the scissors and we stick ’em into her p-ssy hole, there’s no controlling, there is no remorse
laughing at her suffering all through the bl–dy intercourse
watch them m-st-rbating in your pocket at your daughter’s wake
’cause the picture painted by the two unsubs about to take someone like you f-ckers’ lives, suck a severed d-ck
thinking this sh-t’s some kind of joke we’ll provoke the sick
[chorus: insane poetry]
this is the art of gore! this is the art of gore!
written by these carnivores, it’s for our carnivores
this is the art of gore! lsp’s art of gore!
die inside of our corridors (dead), you are food for the carnivores
this is the art of gore! this is the art of gore!
written by these carnivores, strictly for carnivores
this is the art of gore! this is the art of gore!
die inside of our corridors, you are food for the carnivores

[verse 3: insane poetry]
just like nirvana it’s eating persona
likes to see you eaten up by piranhas
i’m a type of monster like to light the ganja
ignite the demon get my poltergeist to haunt ya
especially the ones that dislike the genre
the rap game is now wide open to conquer
rappers found dead from all of our dark fantasies
eyes wide open they’re stars in our art galleries

[verse 4: scum]
cutthroat look at their otherwise gleaming
bright a normal light but ain’t n0body hear you screaming
ain’t n0body coming to your rescue with the cape on
leaving your body lifeless as we getting our escape on
straight from the asylum of the mental institution
metal to your throat, we got no fear of retribution
solution to this bl–dy riddle
is another muddy, dirty body in the middle
so brittle, life that you live is
shattered, it don’t matter much to k!llers in the snuff biz
when a motherf-cker could be turned into an art piece
saw ’em at they knees so they can finish up in car, please
let it be that i see a disposal site that is right in sight
either way you won’t be recognized when they find what’s left of you at first light
[chorus: insane poetry]
this is the art of gore! this is the art of gore!
written by these carnivores, it’s for our carnivores
this is the art of gore! lsp’s art of gore!
die inside of our corridors (dead), you are food for the carnivores
this is the art of gore! this is the art of gore!
written by these carnivores, strictly for carnivores
this is the art of gore! this is the art of gore!
die inside of our corridors, you are food for the carnivores

[verse 5: donnie menace]
if i paint a picture all you’re seeing is guts
and body parts of f-ckboys and pieces of sl-ts
got to give a little detail and sprinkle some blood
if gore’s art, i’m bob ross with an easel and brush
got a barrel and a blade if you think that you’re tough
f-ck a fight and f-ck your life, i’ma squeeze and just cut
f-ck your wife before i murder, you’ll get treat like a cuck
if you’re easily offended find a p-n-s to suck (nah!)
if i do not run up on you with a loaded pistol and dump a clip up in you i’ma stick you with a (knife!)
since i’m living in the desert, if i see you drowning in quicksand
i’ll give your hand and hit you with a (psych!)
you’re f-cking with the snuff king, death’s the art, b-tch
i’ll pistol whip you once and you’re left r-t-rded
k!ll you on tape and throw it in the music video because reality’s always the best to market (ah!)
i’ma keep it funky like the scent of armpits
you f-ck with the gods, you’ll be dead, i promise
everyone in my crew is relentless, godless
and anxious to leave a hater dead in coffins (ah!)
my head is wrong and i was meant to torment
collecting gore i got a reservoir kit
the best at morbid death, the torture’s red
the corpses is my talent and i flex it often (ha!)
[chorus: insane poetry]
this is the art of gore! this is the art of gore!
written by these carnivores, it’s for our carnivores
this is the art of gore! lsp’s art of gore!
die inside of our corridors (dead), you are food for the carnivores
this is the art of gore! this is the art of gore!
written by these carnivores, strictly for carnivores
this is the art of gore! this is the art of gore!
die inside of our corridors, you are food for the carnivores

- m m m f d

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