Lyrics:
money man my shit extraterrestrial
Pack overload i just came from the festival
All in her stomach i'm ina her intestinal
Making some space like a mf
Blood drips from the blade
Visceral display
Hook attached inside
Cavity gaping wide
Soon I will die
Intestinal crank
Merciless, they turn
alive
Your existence, intestinal strife
Anger's running through my veins
Breaking through these rusty chains
Walking through this acid rain
Your face,
me enseñaste a tener miedo al amor
Tu amor es tan visceral, celos, ira intestinal
Ahora sé que la herida es parte de ti
Me provocaste tener miedo al
as fast as cabbage going through intestinal track
Now you can call me a shoe boy you can call me collect
You can call me unstable and a physical wreck
Just
like them hot, but my belly doesn't
When I get the yearning for intestinal burning
I open up my fridge and slather hot sauce on
The waitress was
Instant depletion of body fluids
Electrolyte balance precarious
Secretion of intestinal polypeptide
Dilation of blood vessels
Asiatic cholera
as your guts start to writhe
You cannot prevent us we are covered with sin
Indulge in the pleasures of flesh
Feel the biting intestinal pain
Coughing up
INTESTINAL TRANSIT
DIRE DU MAL
EXCELLENTE GYMNASTIQUE
POUR NOTRE MENTAL
NOTRE ESPRIT CRITIQUE
MAIS C’EST MAGIQUE QUAND ON Y PENSE
TU EXISTE HORS DE TA
and watch you die
Choked out by your own insides
Gore drips down from the hole in your gut
Lube for my cock from another dead slut
Intestinal noose
A cacophony
Crescendos the end time
Gutted to the barren backbone
Brought a knife to a chainsaw fight Harvesting intestinal matter for a powercore Fueled by
we salt our fears and try to eat them
and that breeds intestinal distress
we shame our hearts by try'n to tame them
we mess with gods, we mess with
pain
Good God, drives me insane
Can't run, barely crawl
Got a bulge in my intestinal wall
Walk real funny, bless my soul
Can't play tennis and it's
pain
Good God, drives me insane
Can't run, barely crawl
Got a bulge in my intestinal wall
Walk real funny, bless my soul
Can't play tennis and it's
don't got the guts, intestinal blockage
Rest of you got lap bands
Stuck to this motto before they put bath salts
In all those water bottles in Colorado
don't got the guts, intestinal blockage
Rest of you got lap bands
Stuck to this motto before they put bath salts
In all those water bottles in Colorado
slice the renal artery
Gastro-intestinal-otomy
Digestive tract dislocation
Subjected to enucleation
With monocular vision you can now regard
do it right my name ain't Sydnie
Get on your hands and knees and let me stab yo kidney
From the back
All over the intestinal track
Some call it
upon infection
At one with the dead
I rip my way through
Easy prey, disfigured bodies decompose
Chewed limbs drip with pus, intestinal strangulation
And attack
her intestinal track and leave a puddle of spat Down
the middle of her pimpled ass crack And then smack,
I had to give that bitch a black eye
Decapitated head licking your cunt
Sucking all the blood from your stump
Intestinal guts taking their hold
Leaving you dead, stiff and cold
drowsiness, dizziness
Power, war, intestinal discoloring, cramps
Temporary blindness, join us for peace
Fogged brain, addiction, bad communication
the shell
Feed upon infection
At one with the dead
I rip my way through
Easy prey, disfigured bodies decompose
Chewed limbs drip with pus, intestinal
And attack her intestinal track and leave a puddle of spat
Down the middle of her pimpled asscrack
And then smack, I had to give that bitch a black eye
Because
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