Sorcerers of Gore - Reel Wolf, Dominant Species, Voodoo Drew

Sorcerers of Gore - Reel Wolf, Dominant Species, Voodoo Drew

Год
2016
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
162320

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Sorcerers of Gore

Reel Wolf, Dominant Species, Voodoo Drew

Firmly grip on my machete and start with that evil laughter

Like to talk shit, tie you, I feed you my fecal matter

A sick fuck don’t mention a malteagle listening

Tryna fulfill the temptation of finding what my sickness is

Hear no voices with no plaster on my eardrums

Can’t say they whisperin', wishin' that they would speak louder

I got my own thoughts, I go off by myself

A lone sorcerer with black magic out the depths of hell

Slapped the Devil, took his horn, he tryna take it back

No hesitation, now Greedy gave him another slap

Conquered his planet with words of wisdom I split a minute

Keep me disinvested, I trippin' this so cool competition

I must be crazy if I’m saying kill 'em all

My machete gettin' crazy from makin' it way too long

Same spell that I’m castin', overpowering simpletons

When lightning strike harder than most, now watch me finish him

Oh, we’ll eat your skull!

The Sorcerers of Gore!

Demonic carnivores from the realms of nevermore!

Dismember your torn skull!

Decapitate you slow!

Our blood, that’s it for y’all!

Embrace my wrath!

Thinkin' ahead and my cranium’s warped

I got a skull full of maggots with a cannibal corpse

I was butchered at birth by my devilish force

Now I’m fuckin' a dead bitch and she got genital wart (Rat)

Knock knock, never open the door for a stranger with a sickle that just came

from the morgue

I’m a fiend for your blood and I’m a suck her for gore

Now she layin' face first and there blood on the floor

But I’m thirsty for more, dog, this ain’t quenching my thirst

I can take you six feet deep, just hop in a hearse

I’m a dead man walking, but yeah, we all are

There ain’t no way that we escaping the curse from the Army of Darkness

Chop knives that I carve with, you lookin' like Sharon Tate when I fuck up the

carcass

I’m stabbin' a starfish, I’m chewin' through cartilage

With goopy spread in my bed, they ready for bondage (Rat!)

Oh, we’ll eat your skull!

The Sorcerers of Gore!

Demonic carnivores from the realms of nevermore!

Dismember your torn skull!

Decapitate you slow!

Our blood, that’s it for y’all!

Embrace my wrath!

Blasphemous and homicidal!

Put a full axe right through your spinal!

Domestic flu please wait for two thousand years!

Bow to your cranium as we march to the chilling seals

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