I fuck your daughters Hack them up Kill them one by one The taste of pure slut is all that keeps me here Lock up your doors Lock up the sluts Lock up
with putrid disease Your vermin Your genocide Extermination, extermination of whores I take a chainsaw to my ultimate despise Whore to a chainsaw is
Beneath the surface lies a legion of the darkest era, buried in masses, burnt and left as ashes. The graves are filled with maggots eating, rotting flesh
Among the masses crawl the weak. Watch them cluster together. Like maggots feeding on the dead, they stand against something far superior. Attempting
Fuck what you've built! My hate is stronger than your faith! No gates, no walls will stop my dying thirst for blood, for rape. A plague of weakness created
lie at the side of the streets, As your bowels give way, your final breath will beg for forgiveness. I see the end is near, the streets awash with blood
is no hope. You are helpless to the chaos that has raped your world. Genocide to all that are innocent, we have waited for this day and now it is time
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, gravity showers you in your own filth. Still squirming, eyes open as I gaze at my masterpiece, these gaping wounds tell a story. Your life is worth
female race. There's no remorse. There's no remorse in me. I keep wanting to burn my name onto the gospel. Or burn the Bible to hell. Religion is a futile
the flesh, stands a worthless creation. Mortal slaves forced to serve, they pray to god, hoping he will forgive their sins and save them from damnation. The art
over all. Stand forth! Where is this one you call god?! An adversary in a coward's throne, a message from my master, the time is now. Feel the fire from
The leaches on your face Fucking pathetic waste Destroying every ounce of flesh The earth will rot your bones in hell your soul will decompose I torch
. Why do they fucking breathe? Why do they fucking breathe? This world has been raped by drugs, a place fueled by ignorance, this world is on it's final
... Without your spine Hung by your wrists Your tortured soul Is forced to take one glimpse Your mouth is stained with the most painful smile Your flesh is
trophy to remember my first, a sense of completion, the stench of her rotting organs now linger for eternity. My seed is growing slowly in this lifeless
What Rest in peace Little Eazy Godfather. Ooh-eee Better call the police! Bone Thugs~N~Harmony, 2000 muthafuckas! Our Father who Art in Heaven, hallowed be thy
