Sgt. Slaughter Meets C1N1K1LL

[Verse 1]
[?] like the evil country
Publicist [?] pick up your phone but you're damaged in the colon
I [?] try to find your life in tacky
Along the realm of ransom I am I Christy Jackie Onassis
But the hatches in your stitches
[?]
The twins illegals a cerebral like demonic Sméagol
I'm fucking ball valve arenas afterwards I bingo
My hatred ancient like that goes to Ronald Reagan
[?]
I'm talking shit in my she did for Washington and competence
Baby rhyme and violence and European continent
Lie people hit the pads for you Lindsay Lohan dad's
Snorting so much coke, [?] body bags
I kept it separate, like your teeth abuzz demented
[?] connected
And, retrospective, you're like a George Romero flick
See the crippled nap to shoot the devil's work and stick
Turned into new pages for the [?] and the sages
Deleting [?] souls while your skip hop in the famous
Double-laser rapist and C1N1K1LL [?] sadist

[Verse 2]
The kids [?] open, I'm hoping you'll be throwing
In the shark-infested ocean while you're causing a commotion
[?]
You're retired from the wire Luca Brasi tackifier
I hope the contract your life and you're about to expire
Now your problems of the goblins, you're dying like John Bonham
The drums of death our brain as we rip apart your bottom
I'm the residential monster, flying in the [?]
Probing up your rectum, [?] the pagans [?]
Sticking needles into flesh, like Pinhead on a [?]
I'll make you fucking famous when you eat the face of death
Gillett or and grim, and cinikill the skin
Now throw your fucking hands up with your dislocated limbs
If you don't, you're with guns, we execute the monks
After public killings with only bodies and dumps, fucking cunts

[Verse 3]
Yo
The chicken habits like heroin addicts [?]
Madness will get scanless with Aunt Agnes
The sultan of bladder, tell for bedtime stories
[?], my mind daggers
To the forest, when nightly teachers
I'm sick it too tannic like Samuel Peter's
House gate wait for your dead on a rifle
Chopping up handsome mechanics for survival
I follow the motto with the old Otto
When chewing intestines make sure that you swallow
[?]
Listen to Judith's erotic defensive
Children shouldn't playing with the end that Garland
C1N1K1LL Robin delightful process
[?] in the dirt, look like Captain Kirk
I'm telling what the New York Ripper and it will T-Shirt
Grimy Jane Finn, or killing off your tent
[?]
The song was inspired by the movie Brain Dead

[Hook]
The demons in chains rip out your brains
Drain out the blood with your vampire fangs
C1N1K1LL and Grimey J are the tyrants to keep it torturous
If your wife's pregnant, she'll get put on the abortion list
X2

[Verse 4]
I'm walking over water with the devil and his daughters
The Slaughterhouse Rock when I'm mutilating Chartres
Call me Pan in my labyrinth of carnage
I keep hearing creepy voices putting bodies in the garbage
In my cabinet of pain, I put drill bits in your brain
Imitating Demon Knight like an actor Billy Zane
A blade in the neck is natural, Vicodin will be your capsule
If you wanna see the castle, you'll be locked out in the dungeon like an asshole
Cannibals are squirting blood out of the dead William Hung
I witness heinous acts done by a [?]
Oddities, Dr. Dreese, call him alike Chris Reeve
Even Superman died young flaming in degrees
In the cellar, body swing from the deadly human ring
Your worst nightmare is a rusty guillotine
On the gallow, 'bout to fall into a grave depth shallow
When you get to [?] just greet your master with a fucking hello

[Hook]

Bitch