[Verse 1: Wolff]
Just checked into a residence
Got locks on the doors and the windows are dressed in
All black sheets to prevent any inspection
From the outside, there are no lights present
Inside of the place and caressed in a placement
All the noise is surpressed in the basement
Hit record on the Camcorder and tape this
Spectacle to test while oprеssed get molestеd
I make 'em do unspeakable things
Stay down on their knees obediantly
Teased are released till they get chopped up in pieces
Release as their breathing is leaving and then
Toss 'em in the waste bin where the rest is
Right next to the bitch laying dead with her chest caved in
Snuff film and the filth, got a death wish
Act out again, Make My Motherfuckin' Day bitch
[Verse 2: BodyRott]
Sedated, paralyzed, unprotected from the pain
Frozen up in place, plus I'm rushing to your face
Carefully inside, I've got all the vital organs
Formaldehyde prepared so that I can keep them sorted
Pass on till it's just removables behind the breasts
Feeling all the organs more protected than the rest
I'm feeling the anatomy behind the ribcage
Our pad is secure, I'm in a brand new place
The lungs, the liver, the bladder and heart
Dripping their fluid as I read all the charts
Kidneys, pancreas, intestines large and small
Collect 'em like trading cards, I gotta have 'em all
They're dissected from the collar, down to the pelvis
Mutilation be that sacred, I am a religious zealot
Gore Lords here, they praise be upon yee
With maniacal precision I conduct your symphony
[Chorus: Intense Split Persona]
Are you ready for the best gore? No neighbor
Stretch 'em while you're wrapped around whore
Waiting for the blood moon
When I'm done I'ma stuff her
Getting ready for my next massacre
Are you ready for the best gore? No neighbor
Stretch 'em while you're wrapped around whore
Waiting for the blood moon
When I'm done I'ma stuff her
Getting ready for my next massacre
[Verse 3: SCUM]
We got that sick shit for all your sick needs
Like twisting a blade in that cunt as that cunt bleeds
We got best torture and gore, all them rough things
That's meant for watching like porn by them snuff fiends
That are sadistic, Demented Bastards
In case you missed it, I am the master
Of mutilation tied up with the lasso
Your bitch is carved, true fucks cut a Picasso
My hands are scarred by the cords used to strangle
That shit is hard, on a hook they can dangle
Till he has no legs, like a car, bodies mangled
Intestines knotted for pigs to untangle
Much crimson shit where wolves or the prey dies
So fucking bad, that's the truth, all the rest lies
I must be fed, hoes get slashed with them steak knives
My lust for red bloody flesh makes me take lives
[Verse 4: Insane Poetry]
Demented Bastards, the rapture has come
Till we capture the throne
Made of skulls sits the master opposed
Every word is infected with disease
I'm protected by the forces, projected with the screams
From us inspecting victims that are trapped inside my fortress
They will never forget what they had to forfeit
Made four fit, tied inside the back of my van
Next to the canopy, all picked randomly
Hella voices that spoke to me openly
Told me that their language of pain was just provoking me
To keep 'em all for eight weeks, then how to get rid of the evidence
So I ate 'em all like some steak meat
No fingerprints, no witnesses, yo innocense taken
The difference is Satan is living in this painting
That I deem Violent Art, see the passion in they screams when they being pried apart
[Chorus: Intense Split Persona]
Are you ready for the best gore? No neighbor
Stretch 'em while you're wrapped around whore
Waiting for the blood moon
When I'm done I'ma stuff her
Getting ready for my next massacre
Are you ready for the best gore? No neighbor
Stretch 'em while you're wrapped around whore
Waiting for the blood moon
When I'm done I'ma stuff her
Getting ready for my next massacre
