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letra de infeckt - ware-wolff

[verse 1: ware-wolff]
this isn’t like the throat m-s-ch-st
stabbing savagely, passing her
flow eternal to scavengers, psychopathic capacitor
brain fuel from the un-controlling violence in my mind
rape and murders, no mass operandi, demons intertwined
surround me with a method, leaving bodies is connected
to spreadings from the dissected, severed heads in my collection
expect us to light the crevices, a pessimistic presence
towards a mess for majеstic but to perfection on display
depictеd repulsed with my erection
no sense of direction, loss of all human complexion
expecting your death is something you should be accepting
of death and the flames with those sins of regret
you awake in cold sweats, strapped and tied in latex
bodies weak and torn wet, now cement divorced sects
with all these feeble insects you all are now my subjects
devour, rip, and dissect
insert a fatal inject
prepare to feel the infect contract

[chorus: fetal autopsy (1:12 – 1:36)]
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[verse 2: playboy the beast]
i have been summoned, now they released me from h-ll’s gates (yah!)
you in my clutches, ain’t no escaping the fiery lake (yah!)
my blade decapitating faces on a daily basis
i live for violence, full of hatred like a f-cking racist (yah!)
man, if i want it i’ma take it like a f-cking rapist (yah!)
duct-tape and legs are roped, time to desecrate ya
you keep on praying to your savior but you’ll meet your maker
i set fire to baby jesus up in the manger (yah!)
a ball of anger, walk the streets with a loaded banger
i see a stranger, walk up and unload the chamber (bang!)
into his brain then rape his b-tch with the coat hanger
you all endangered, i’ll devour your souls
fuel the power that’s inside of me, i’m out of control
mass murder, rape, and sodomy put stains on my clothes
surviving’s like winning the lottery, you probably won’t
you f-ck with me i’ll sink my f-cking t–th inside of your throat (agh!)
[chorus: fetal autopsy (2:24 – 2:48)]
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[verse 3: h-llusin8]
stalking through the shadows is the big bad wolf
these b-tches can’t escape my wrath, y’all about to get took
my k!llers roll deep like it’s come out to play
i can smell your f-cking fear from a mile-a-f-cking way
foaming at the mouth, human tissue in my fangs
more vicious and malicious than your family great dane
tie you up and make you watch as i’m raping your b-tch
i must’ve missed rabbit, you got some delicious looking kids
my fangs ripping through they flesh as i devour souls
f-ck eating obsessions, you know i swallow ’em whole
satanic like a horror hound from h-ll
evil’s what i see and death is what i smell
she wanted some head so i ate her p-ssy and her lead (b-tch!)
out of control, ain’t sh-t, y’all some b-tches, fear me (f-ck!)
ain’t no shame or am i g-y? i rape and sodomize
animal instinct, i see the world through satan’s eyes

[chorus: fetal autopsy (3:36 – 4:00)]
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[verse 4: insane poetry]
edgar allen holiman, author of my books of blood
master of horror wrote this chapter in a hookers blood
cleverly captured, strapped her then i hooked her up
which actor will play as the stripper, gods put her up
painted blood on the walls that read “death cult”
got victims hanging from ceiling fans with the neck broke
wrote this verse with broken glass and her flesh glow
black masks and black robes, the dress code
the secret séance is savoring for a sacrifice
s-d-stic ritual slave, i have an appetite
to eat the flesh off the bone cause i’m a nephilim
i bless the microphone, leave you all with severed limbs
my poetry’s insane, i’ve been deranged from birth
that’s how i write it, i like it, murder a priest in his church
with this pen with my g*nius of work
writing my butcher knife blades up in his skin ’til it hurts
[chorus: fetal autopsy (4:49 – 5:13)]
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- ware wolff

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