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letra de enamored with death - ware-wolff

[intro: mr. hyde & mc cadaver]
it’s mister hyde
f-ckin’ r-t-rded c-nt!
yo! cadaver, wolff
abortions hangin’ from the umbilical cord!
get your scalpals ready
force fed your own severed p-ssy!
you f-ckin’ termites, demented b-st-rds
k!llin’ all you braindead r-t-rds
ha ha ha ha ha, yo!

[verse 1: mr. hyde]
it’s time to tie my apr-n up for sprain’ guts, salacious fun
it’s crystal lake and i’m like jason, chasin’ sl-ts, i make ’em run (ha!)
swing my blade for fun, stick it up your lady’s c-nt
i’m sl!ckin’ vic’s vapor rub onto her l-b– to cum
b-tt-naked little sl-ts up in satan’s matrix, stuck
bet n0body hear you screamin’ once your trachea is cut
see, i’m savage and the manner that i k!ll is kinda laughable
i’m leavin’ half of you decayin’ face down in the daffodils
gutted like a mackerel, it’s unimaginable smell
skunk status, stinkin’ like a c-nt without the massengill
disfigure you, the visuals of vivid motion picture films
blood spill is visceral, your mother gon’ be missin’ you
mortician with the microphone, my stethescope is broke
makin’ sure you die alone like suicide without a note
rollin’ with demented b-st-rds, we’re lowerin’ your casket
silencin’ you lambs, put the lotion in the basket
[chorus: mc cadaver & wolff]
borders are slaughtered, f-ckin’ the tortured
brutally butchered and stuffed in the morgue
carving the wh0re and embalming her corpse
on this bench of death where my obsession was born
ligaments torn in a torturous p-rno
directed by death itself, visceral gore
lords of the morbid, abhorrent proportions
abortions with swords from the feast and engorge

[verse 2: mc cadaver]
infection spreads through the corpses neck
cause of death not long before the wh0re was wrecked
deformed br–sts ripped and torn from her chest
the force of the machete left her in an unfortunate mess
her brain drains from her forehead and pours on her dress
deep incisions in her torso to open the flesh
she’s soaking in the excrement from the rodents nesting
in the empty sp-ce created in the back of her head
she’s f-ckin’ dead, twisted, mutilated, raped and molested
cum in her hair solidified and stuck to the bed spread
the essence of decay in the face of the wretched
as she stare’s ’cause the pressure caused her eyes to be ejected
her bottom jaw shattered and the fragments collected
in her v-g-n-l c-n-l, tear apart the placenta
maggots cover the b-tch to a horrendous extent
the only sign of her life is her mangled skeleton
[chorus: mc cadaver & wolff]
borders are slaughtered, f-ckin’ the tortured
brutally butchered and stuffed in the morgue
carving the wh0re and embalming her corpse
on this bench of death where my obsession was born
ligaments torn in a torturous p-rno
directed by death itself, visceral gore
lords of the morbid, abhorrent proportions
abortions with swords from the feast and engorge

[verse 3: wolff]
enamored with death, i go ham on your chest
and slam both hands down, takin’ out all your breath
backhanded around off the side of a desk
erratically and splatter silicone up outta your br–sts
playin’ target practice, a magnum active
attracted to slashin’ sh-t with a mask when
i snap like relapse eminem with the accents
and massacred a man’s adam’s apple with axe hits
a twisted torso contorted to backtits
batsh-t insane, fornicate in a casket
a favorite task, been savin’ it for the last
for when i f-cked her in the ass, no prophylactic
a disaster inside of me that’s lashin’ out
demented b-st-rd, i went and let the banished out
this sh-t’s amassin’ that into a powerhouse
up of an album, rup your f-ckin’ bowels outta your mouth
[chorus: mc cadaver & wolff]
borders are slaughtered, f-ckin’ the tortured
brutally butchered and stuffed in the morgue
carving the wh0re and embalming her corpse
on this bench of death where my obsession was born
ligaments torn in a torturous p-rno
directed by death itself, visceral gore
lords of the morbid, abhorrent proportions
abortions with swords from the feast and engorge
borders are slaughtered, f-ckin’ the tortured
brutally butchered and stuffed in the morgue
carving the wh0re and embalming her corpse
on this bench of death where my obsession was born
ligaments torn in a torturous p-rno
directed by death itself, visceral gore
lords of the morbid, abhorrent proportions
abortions with swords from the feast and engorge

- ware wolff

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