HOUSE OF TORTURES

[6 SENZ]
Six Motherfuckin' senz deep wood junt tape coming soon
Resurrections of the motherfucking living dead
Fuck you, fuck the gods
Check the fucking cross, fuck these hoes
Live and die motherfucker
Tales of [?], holy ghost
Psychic deadly thumpin' ass
Something flanking through the smoke
Waste of sitting in my bed my days are breaking
'till the day your dying dying
Throw them in my fucking grave
Disintegrate my mind and body
Into outer space a place where are no
[?] relate to everything thе diss of race
So I can kill these fucking busta sucka undеrcover fakes
Put your steak up on the plate I dig ya mane
I play with knives and I will put you in your motherfucking place
Rotting in the night decaying 'till you see something approaching
You are gates of satan take your time
Walking down the steps to heaven to the fire
See the gas of former [?]
Drugs and everything that you could sight i got it in my mind
Ridin' into darkness so I spark and then i get to rise
Up into the chunck all of the bone
Pit of [?]
Hoes just getting put to rest into the motherfucking while
Wishmen gonna get your eyes and cut them from your sight
Looking like a jack o'lantern lighting up the fucking night
Pour the gasses spark the match and never see the fight
In sickened life until you're gonna die
Wicked tricks and paralyse
Victims of the evil crucifix you bitches getting bent
Return life, hung up on a cross and upside down
In 'em ditch your souls so propus very nice
I slice a little bit of my [?]
Then drip some sin down up on the shrine
I said it, trip up in, while i worship bustas [? ]
But all I see is evil minds columbine
Curses wish to murk your motherfucking life
With no gun I got a knife ill slice and dice
Until your body looking like a pot
Or a pizza grate you with that mothefucking extra sauce
Cut ya up up in your guts and throw up until I see ya die
Put your organs on the board
While I watch your [?] sore and cry
Then I takes your bones up out your skin and make a [?]
Of the dead, devil in disguise
Roses choking not much through the [?]
Smile, for a while, when its tied too tight
Thunder drumming when the lighting strikes
The wicked beast has come up out the night
Now he's here to take a bite of your body
Then he's sent back in the pits of flames and cries
[?] feed your fucking life, falling all apart
While I make the arts and get so high and ride my bike
Cause I do not have a car, and cars can't drive
Through the backyards in them dirty boulevards
When I'm gripping on my handle bars

Motherfucker
6 fucking senz hoe
Resurrection of the fucking living dead fuck these bitches
Triple six

Fuck you x3

Motherfucker