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letra de oh lord! - worm & odprophet

[intro: ida (cloris leachman) & dewey (erik per sullivan)]
you ought to strangle yourself
well, i wonder which nightmare i’m going to have
tonight. “the forest of severed legs” or “drowning in
grandma’s blood”?

[verse 1: odprophet]
it’s that ugly motherf-cker in the flesh
smokin’ on the sess to get the weight from off my chest
caught up in a scandal that i’d rather not address
i have spoken to the preacher man who told me to confess (oh lord!)
the police, they just told me i should freeze
punch me in my face, i think they had me on my knees
they ain’t even take me and they cited and released
right after they kicked me in my motherf-ckin’ t–th (oh lord!)
i’ve been driftin’ in the motherf-ckin’ void
might go to the cemetery, kick it with my boys
live inside the mortuary, sleep inside the drawers
wake up and i spilled my guts all over the floor (oh lord!)
some people cook they breakfast in a spoon
i just chew your head right off your neck as i consume
every instrumental that they feed me in this tomb
latch my straitjacket, lock me in a rubber room (oh lord!)

[bridge: dewey (erik per sullivan)]
i didn’t ask for a dog! who brings a dog to a leg funeral?!
[verse 2: doc gruesome]
oh lord, why the kids so hard? stomp your f-ckin’ chest up while you layin’ on the floor
b-tch, me, myself, and i, we been livin’ in the void
reachin’ through the mirror tryin’ to manifest divorce
summon us through the ouija board, me and odp in good company when we with the horde
kick it with the dead, can see the living always do me wrong
got too many on the other side for me to call this home
it’s where we livin’ and there’s nothing but h-ll
and that’s why since i was a child i was taught to rebel
throw my middle fingers up and tell you b-tches you failed
’cause you created a monster instead of tamin’ the h-ll
now listen, i ain’t never gonna change, all these p-ssies know my name
so end this motherf-cker with a noose as a chain
mask on my face so i can’t catch a case
and a glock on my hip, aim it right at your face (oh lord!)

[bridge: hal (bryan cranston)]
a leg funeral?!

[verse 3: worm]
mr. boogeyman, i’m deadly like carbon, my body is grovelin’
feel it in your spot, muscle protrudin’ inside of them quick
oh lord, you better pray for the end, i promise you it doesn’t get worse than this
i am the end and the manifestation of all of your agony
pop out up outta the cover all covered in blood
oh lord, what have i done? i left another bl–dy scene for them to find
this ain’t nothing though, guts and brains all strewn across the living room
cuttin’ a victim apart is my job, finding my sacrament up on the walls
leavin’ your bloated corpse is better than takin’ brain meat with the skull on the top
in the middle of the rope lay the best of us
a nice extension right within the walls, it’s never comin’ out
lock the trauma in the mind of your child
when it walks through the door, it stays, the mess that i make
i am nothing but a threat, i do what i do because of the hate
that i been holding in my heart since i took my first breath
oh lord!
[outro: dewey (erik per sullivan)]
well, good night

- worm odprophet

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