Slaughterhouse

[Hook: Scratches]
Direct 'em to the slaughterhouse
Direct 'em to the slaughterhouse
We hungry, mothafuckas
Direct 'em to the slaughrerhouse
We hungry, mothafuckas
Direct 'em to the slaughterhouse, we-
We hungry, mothafuckas
Direct 'em to the slaughter house
We- we- we hungry, mutha... fuckas
Direct 'em to the slaughterhouse

[Verse 1: Bushpig]
Deface the flesh while enslaving your wench
Sedated for sex, pissing and drenched, engraving my name on her breast
Cop the facial of death, my cock stretched, covered with stench
Of rotting bodies intent to make you vomit and retch
Heads are detached, murdered and slashed
Still, the vaginal gash keeps getting thoroughly smashed by necrophiliacs
You copycats are outranked, my sick acts leave heads cracked
Brain juice to extract leaving your mouth full of my crap
Eat my faeces for copremesis, caress the lesions while she’s still sleeping
Spray my seedlings discreetly, completely sleazy
Sick fuck that rapes and tortures routinely
Cut out her heart if she ever deceives me
The diseases of your beef never cease to appease
Never fatigued eating pussy with cheese, chewing piece by piece
Offcuts are bleached and buried in heaps
I slaughter bitches just like sheep, infesting my victims with STDs
If you try to retreat after starting to bleed, I'Il smash out your teeth
And sew your lips shut before you can even admit defeat
You weak counterfeits, cheap and incomplete, your future's bleak
I'm indiscreet when I proceed to make your innards secrete
Hang my victims in the trees to decay with crotch rot
Enslave your woman in my torture brothel, I like to watch
Innards and blood that pours out of cut twats
Finger your guts and force fuck shit in whores cum slots bust off
My boar nuts pouring cumshot after cumshot
Spraying my pig jizz on a slut’s cock-bashed face like gun shots
Leave the head divorced from the shoulder from rigorous intercourse
Enforce my lust for brutal gore without human remorse
Raping the slit of her corpse like it's just an afterthought
Carve and abort like sport, awaiting laughter and crowds' applause
Best be warned when the lords of snuff porn are on board
Abort you like stillborns, assault and deform when we perform

[Hook: Scratches]
Direct 'em to the slaughterhouse
We- we hungry, mothafuckas
Direct 'em to the slaughterhouse
W- we hungry... mothafuckas
Direct 'em to the slaughterhouse
We hungry mothafuckas
Direct- direct 'em to the slaughterhouse

[Verse 2: Toecutta]
I'm back from the dead with thoughts disconnected like a severed head
Stone you to death then I empty your skull's contents
Your final hour spent in torment
I showered in gore before I was raw, but now I'm more bent
Scared whores are led to my basement and bludgeoned
'Till you wonder where your face went
I gotta taste for your cranial rearrangement
A wench dead and beheaded before the day's end is all I hold sacred
I leave 'em cold dead and naked
I fucking carve up these tortured sluts that don't make it
You're stargazing with eyes vacant and there you shall remain
But only until the day of your taste test
When I'm carving the flesh from corpse flowers in bloom
I remove a child from the womb that's shrivelled and blue
I'm quick to consume all the gore that these whores can produce
Dead bodies lay broken, I poke and prod the festering wounds
Preparing human barbecues, cannibal stews
I'm sick, I induce raw sewage spewing when I slaughter the youth
Blood soaking the vocal booth with the words that I puke
I violate my victims, yeah, I like to torture my food
Devour forbidden fruit cunt, I was born with no heart
My abattoir is a gallery for corpse-fucking art
Bizarre sex games with whips and chains to tear you apart
And leave you hideous like chicks, you need to fuck in the dark
The slut trainer, got 80 whores stored in containers
I get paid to hire ‘em out to be tortured by strangers
Kidnap an acquaintance and penetrate the corpse, I'm a sadist
I hate fakers, to Belangelo State, I’mma take yas
I'm famous for mutilations and snorting corpses cremated
My will forged in gore to see whores eviscerated
Meat cleavered, all forms of human waste eradicated
It's a dangerous game you're playing, cunts, we're worshipped by Satan

[Hook: Scratches]
Direct 'em to the slaughterhouse
We hungry, mothafuckas
Direct 'em to the slaughterhouse
We hungry, mothafuckas
Direct 'em to the slaughterhouse
We hungry, mothaf- afuckas
Direct 'em to the slaughterhouse
We h- we hungry, mothafuckas