[Verse 1: Ware-Wolff]
It's the motherfucking veteran, I'm ever so infamous
Just use a sluts face every time I gotta take a piss
A lot of people don't believe about the shit I've said
None of them believe it that I've fuckin' been to Hell
A lot of people can't stand me or wish that I was dead
People packin' heat wanna fill me full of lead
Well, go ahead you bitches, make sure they silver though
I ain't backing down, already got too many foes
Here to let you all know that this shit's about to blow
And it ain't gonna stop until we get some brains exposed
Bash your cunts face, smearing blood all over the walls
Like to fuck a meatball with my furry wolf balls
As she kicks and screams I still proceed
To fill her full of cream and make her twat bleed (Ha)
Rip all of the fetuses from all the wounds (Hahaha)
Wanna know why I enjoy killing babies?
Abrazing, shady, stabbing a pregnant lady
Lives are fading, Hell's awaiting, I'm being paid for the slayings
And I pray and comtemplating how it feels when I'm flaming
Draw on the taming, none are phasing
A pregnant cunt on the table, I strap her body down stable
Rip out umbilical cables, I'm willing, killing and able
Like I'm psychotic as I'm labeled, all the deaths to be painful
Cracking babies skulls in the soft spots like jabbing spider brains
I'm dripping and I'm doused from all the fucking blood stains
Splattering fluids all over the scenery
Dumping the bodies and shredding machineries
Watch out you motherfuckers, here we come, the raunchiest
The hauntiest ill killers that you ever might witness
Get turned in a tourniquette, yo, we out here burning shit
The fire flames as we spit and grappling the mic, this is it
[Verse 2: Gorewhore]
I use big-ass straws to suck out your eye sockets
Five of your fingers are chilling in each of my front pockets
I have use for them, they teach kids how to count
If I were ever feeding your meat ounce by ounce
I get off on feeding you to my guests at dinner
Putting whiskey with your organs in my kitchen blender
Dripping every bit of you till the last drop
Love how gore tastes, I can never stop
The ones about the story I lured real close
Smash 'em upside their head and hang 'em out to decomposed
I know it's kinda nasty but I walk up and sniff 'em
I keep 'em as trophies, I can never diss 'em
I stomp, slaughter the four funnies no more
There's a loud knock at the door, oh shit, it's Gorewhore
[Verse 3: Snuffa Kunt]
Yeah, Snuffa Kunt, let me give a try at this
Yo, yo, I'm death, yeah you heard me
See me in the darkness holding a knife all bloody
A horror story motherfucker, riding way more gory
Blow me like a hormone inside your body, ask for weed
Ware-Wolff, Gorewhore, Snuffa Kunt
Na na na, keep that as your Christian taunt
I'll give you what you want, spraying blood into the crowd
Now you're drenched when you hear the pistol click-clack-pow
What's up now, I'll leave you bleeding in a ditch
I wanted people to see your dead body so I show your kid
The images left printed in his mind
Cut his skin off because his flesh is mine
One of a kind, I am not a nice guy
If I pray I hold my middle fingers to the sky
[Verse 4: Ware-Wolff]
Stomping my enemies, smashing to smithereens
In penetentaries I am the bilastine
Going in to pick a star of fuckers like a piggy
I'm always getting really giddy when I got no weapons with me
Stabbing them into the neck of an officer
Slice and the dust fall all out like a slaughterer
See us store shit, gore shit, I need more shit
Gorewhore shit, stabbing in an orifice
Torque it, scoring until I'm getting bored of it
Poor bitch, no one put us just to see the porn in it
Carving 'em into pieces like we're [Betty Bach-ing?] it
And give 'em the mic and rip 'em off like they were rocking it
Shocking it, stalking it like I'm giving a fuck with it
Pocket it, I'm docking it, like really rocking it
Shit, bitch
