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bushpig scatbutcher - killa with a sick mind (demo 2018) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: mc bushpig]
i’m a k!lla in the bush, i rape and torture at my leisure
severed woman’s limbs shredded, circumcisions give me pleasure
spill the innards with machete blades and violate beheaded victims
randomly abusing, fill the wounds with p_n_s venom
s_m_n dripping from the cavities, a savagely erotic murder
speculums are pushed in further, pregnant womb burdens
are purified in the furnace, sacrificial meats burning
bodies fumigate the growing pile of dead and dying, sl_ts
f_cking in the carnage with a hammer smashing faces
dripping with the pig jizm of the blood, i’m getting wasted
when i see a moist l_b__, i must deface it
replace dead organs with the morbid s_x changes
leave the corpse brainless, keep the slaves in cages
when they find me, i’ll be famous
but they’re never gonna trace this
never_ending feast of gore s_x elimination
illuminate minds of the dim_witted nation
craving violent operations on an unsuspecting patient
make the surgical arrangement after cervix degradation
defecating in the p_ssy, crucify your b_tches cruelly
nail the eyelids oozing from my vomit c_ck shooting
in the sockets’ white fluids mixed in blood and sh_t, ruined
tight b_gg_red slits drooling when i’m viciously inducing
pain and torturous incisions heavily delivered
victims blood falling like a river from the butchered sl_ts
[chorus: mc bushpig]
‘cos i’m a k!lla with a sick mind, fetish for the torture
blood spilla, rip the cl_ts, grind bodies at the morgue
your guts simmer on the fire, mass graves of the unfortunate
your b_tches gonna die slow, treat it like a sport
‘cos i’m a k!lla with a sick mind, fetish for the torture
blood spilla, rip the cl_ts, grind bodies at the morgue
your guts simmer on the fire, mass graves of the unfortunate
your b_tches gonna die slow, treat it like a sport
‘cos i’m a k!lla

[outro]
you’re a pack of dipsh_t. have a look at yourself! something goes wrong with your permanent sh_t! i’ll murder ya!
i didn’t k!ll ’em
maybe you k!lled the chosen!
jesus christ man, what is this? some sort of [?]
i know t_twenty people are off, so i know what i’m doing!
what are you saying? i don’t know
what i’m saying, is [?] a lot of people off, [?] none of you here, that’s what i’m saying!
[?], some people who don’t know them. and then, the rest of [?]
get f_cked!

- bushpig scatbutcher

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