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letra de tokolosh tracker - mensvreters

[verse 1: boggel]
i wake up in the morning, [?]
[?], a pubic hair pipe
i’m feeling f-ckin’ waved and i look at my complexion
things start to change as i’m fighting my erection
[?] the downside, the one pulse muscle
but instead, i’ll stick it in some butchered pig offal
backed up in my p-ss hole it dumps out pig sh-t
drippin’ down my leg, leave it bruised, it stinks
now i’m hungry for some f-ckin’ human meat
i look in the fridge but there’s only bugs and tea
pull up [?] to the kfc, so we can fry someone in the boiling grease
so i smash through the window, back to the kitchen
they tried to run away, but i’m [?] on a mission
grab the busboy, slam his face to the grill
the sound of his screams give my [?] a thrill
put his fingers in the fryer, eat ’em like chips
blend his entrails up in a salsa dip
chop the scapula off the deep fried wings
angels p-ss on my tongue to the sound of violins

[chorus: boggel]
there’s nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
’cause we put a tokolosh tracker in your bum
smash your face through a [?], drink your brains with a straw
break your kneecaps and eat your assh0l-
we’re vile, disgusting, our knives are rusting
your blood is crusting, your face, we’re thrusting
my knife in your motherf-cking bowels, b-tch
you’re nothing, just another [?] to the sh-t

[verse 2: brolloks]
i was born with the need to go f-ck sh-t up
just go and f-cking do it, stop talkin’ tough
[?] and i spray up the shots
do it anytime, anywhere, f-ck the cops!
while you’re yapping [?] about getting off
i’ve made steak from the feds and carved them up
cut your name in flesh for your satisfaction
[?] with the violent reaction
[?], carve the lacerations
the full f-cking name, no abbreviations
and the scabs and your scars last forever
a grim reminder of my sick, twisted measures
in your speedo on the beach, everyone’ll know what’s there
from the chronicle of pain i forced you to wear
and i don’t give a f-ck and i do what i want
[?] my d-ck, [?]
[?]
grab my p-b-s, and make my [?]
diarrhea burns like hydrofluoric acid
anyway i want, [?]
squirt it in your scar wounds while it’s still healing
[?] while i watch your scabs melt
and they’re gushing, [?]
[?]

[outro: brolloks]
ha! ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

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