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letra de terror - the unthrowboxes

intro: horrid sam
the x files… terror… unthrowboxes… william and sam… it’s time for you to scream and die ‘til there’s nothing you can say… yeah… you better not run away from me while i’m stalking you…

verse 1: unthrowboxes
imperious condescension for superiority
k!ll you in this room you like to call authorities
managers are teachin i’m creatin my projects
beware the high voltage, danger, danger
bury you in the grave of garbage waste
you can’t be saved so you better behave
those are the worst ways of death
spewin up blood in the toilet, the k!llers are in my mind
face the consequences, you naughty princess
are you a good witch or a bad witch?
comin right behind ya dark shadow
walkin through the shallow in the deep end
i’m sick of hansel and gretel, they should be cancelled
my t–th are sharpened like a vampire or a pencil
i might have dragged you to bed
sent the dead bodies to their graves
sleep while you smell the stench in this underground
turn around and vomit i’ll hit your head with a club
my hammer starts to break ya skeleton
hole punch in ya neck they gets you chased
venomous blue frog in your mouth it bites your tongue

verse 2: william
shove your head in the black hole or get stolen; leave your rotten clenched t–th swollen and broken; k!lling the chosen and slicing them open; drown them in the ocean and keep them frozen; omen-like zodiac keep the human skin rolling; devils are spoken in your mind to be controlling; spitting at the token-like golden t–th, beneath the surface, the demon’s underneath, you cannot breathe until you’re deceased. the demon beast is an unholy priest. the smell releases when i stick it in the concrete when you’re defeated your stupid heart will increase never ever disturb our senses of peace or we’ll cut your niece into pieces; corpses are diseased with the human faeces i’m turning fetuses into demons for no reasons

verse 3: horrid sam
call me horrid sam or get hit by the frying pan i’ll put the brains and hearts in the food cans come on man you know the plan. you’ll be sniffed and eaten by a caveman; shoot you in your head like a hitman. i’m gonna smack you like a bogeyman. ku klux klan; ku klux klan; punch and kick you in the face like superman so tell me; don’t you know who i am? tell me who am i or eat this rotten ham walking the earth and eating the flesh of a lamb i beg your pardon. ma’am; i’m gonna stab you in the hand so scram, or i’ll break your face like a battering ram; come over here and be in my hands; slaughtered lambs in the trunk of a van

- the unthrowboxes

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