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mkultra – welcome to the meat show كلمات اغاني

[intro]
haha!
welcome to the mothaf_ckin’ meat show!

[verse 1]
flesh on the pedestal
trash get wet from my tentacles
(it get raw!)
bled on the pentacle
set gets head, it’s a spectacle
(you might fall!)
bed is the sepulchral
text turn red, get ephemeral
(it might stop!)
maybe not imperceptible
open sores’ the receptacle
(it’s like god!)
carnival machinery (ahh!)
seven eyes antagonize, feel them breeding me (huh!)
giant flies are feeding me (ahh!)
its all out war at the eatery (why!)
roadk!ll fill the scenery (ahh!)
expensive dead pets fed to derisive beings (why!)
break it with divisiveness (ahh!)
raining from the sky, it’s the iron fist
[bridge]
i dont know!
my spine is sick!
i got crohns!
and i’m stuck in a bathtub filled with sh_t!

[verse 2]
my grip, knife tip
down the _n_s, be ashamed but you still love it all the same
it grind d_ck, find it
it’s mangled and crushed in a pet cemetery
silence, asylum
entangled in f_ck, solitary tightening
it fit, i’m in
non euclidean torture a force beyond this
go down! get deeper!
picture of your death bed on a t_shirt
that sound! it feed her
spiders start erupting from the bleachers!
it pounds! you get weaker!
colour out of sp_ce, raise the fever!
your town, the detour!
fall into the earth from the speakers!

[bridge]
i don’t know!
my spine is sick!
i got crohns!
and i’m stuck in a bathtub filled with sh_t!
[verse 3]
(?)
talkin’ back, talkin’ back, (?)
(?) and f_ck it that’s okay
(?) we gon’ run him down in public
(?) dittin’ around doin’ nothin’
(?) onto his tongue while i’m f_ckin’
give him the meat, yeah i’mma make that boy my husband
he is a baby and my little boy dublin
you wanna tell me on your death bed
if you hate on me i’mma fill you up with lead, friend
and that sh_t’s a promise, it is not a death threat
callin’ up the gang (?)

- mkultra

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