Lyrical Onslaught

[Chorus]
Clear before the distance, hip-hop abortionist
...
Clear before the distance, hip-hop abortionist
Spit first, I can make you sicker than [?] six
Fist-fuck your bitch and make her [?] a quart of piss
[?] mixed [?]
X4

Warped anglo syllables are mangled to ridicule
All the whack n pitiful, ya crap sounds minuscule
Spit at you imbeciles, sicken all with visuals
Of splattered individuals perverse lyrical criminal
Fuck with this shit, ya better be well protected
Shut ya lips quick or get ya nex disconnected
Fuckwits’ dicks ripped n shredded by Hell’s henchmen
Smell the stench when ya flesh is stretched belted n melted
Home invasion, cut ya bitch up worse than helter-skelter
Child of Satan, fuck the slit n suck the guts n drain it
Seek shelter from this storm because it’s blood that’s raining
I feed off pain n suffering, deform, bludgeon, and main
Inside the pussy of a slut I bury rusty blades
And slice the oozing pit of crust tearing chunks of waste
Fuck the face with the cleaver, ass pumpin for days
Till the meat’s pulpitated or my fucking blade breaks

[Chorus X2]

BUTCHERS HAREM!

It's a lyrical onslaught with the cannibal blood sport
[?] fat wankers get played with a chainsaw
Raise eliminant gore war eating flesh in my monitor
Inhuman carnivore inflicting maximum pussy gore
I murder [?] fresh cunts full of meat goulash
Cut ya artery [?] camouflage
The biological assassin killing for depression
Raped uterus spasms making meat goregasms
[?] whores compressed and castrated
Cunt slay play has decaying pussy amputated
Split you open like a virgin ,watch ya little vag squirt
The cleavage [?] medication for the sexual servants
Re-decorate ya anus with nails and razor
Harmlessly the ass crumbled like a demon seed [?]
I'm the plagued crusader butcher in the torture chamber
The corpse creators [?] perfect beast slayer

Clear before the distance, hip-hop abortionist
Spit verse, I can make you sicker than [?] six
Fist-fuck your bitch and make her [?] quarter of piss
[?] mixed [?]
Clear before the distance, hip-hop abortionist
Spit verse, I can make you sicker than [?] six
Fist-fuck your bitch and make her [?] quarter of piss

Clear before the distance, hip-hop abortionist
[?] mixed [?]
Clear before the distance, hip-hop abortionist
I'll fist-fuck your bitch and make her [?] quarter of piss