SICK MOTHER FUCKER by Grim TheRapist Lyrics
Attack whores to create actual gore graphics without the absence of compassion
Relapsed giving plastic-wrapped hags, piggybacks, the acid basses
Schizotherapist sadisms of sick, addict for death and sadness
Practice dark magic and torture tactics with rancid hands crafted
For hatchets, icepicks, knives, bats, vice grips and axes
Bitch strapped to a bed in an abandoned attic raped by a satanic savage
Flick a matchstick on the gas-soaked mattress
[?] the spastic screams of mimicking actress from a horror classic
Dick goes hard from flaccid in the lambskin prophylactic
Climaxes gushy gaseous splash and spit
Lungs collapse like a tire flat slow as molasses drips
While I romantically necromance her clit lips
Sip on her nipples, nibble on her ripped tits
Crack a sternum for the chest
Retract it and then slip my fist through her ribs
Massage the heart with my fingertips
Feel the last tick and tighten my grip
Crevices packed with excrement to prove I give a shit
Rest of the flesh is cracked and stripped
Snap her back like a retractor blade
Stick stomach fat
It leaves the skin flat like a wombat
Smash her skull until her mouth spits like a keg tap
Crack the face mask with skin grafts from a headless slag
Anal blast her dissected lower half
Dead ass passes gas through in sex with her cadaver
Dressed in a Glad bag then pressed in a trash compactor
That's the aftermath of my unnatural disasters
I'm psychopathic, dark matter
Nothing matters except skull shattered
Brain matter and splattered bladders to this demonic mad hatter
Rotten remains scattered
Famous insane bastard
Part back half raptor above Jacob's ladder
Hang you backwards from Heaven's rafters to snatch the souls of the raptured
Clipping the wings adding strings for this puppet master
Legs fractured, no escape from capture
Harbored to be tortured and battered by this unholy pastor
Scalpel slices like a hot knife through butter
I will make you s-s-s-s-stutter at the sight of your dead mother
In her bed barely covered by her blood-soaked comforter
You can tell I loved her the way I smothered her in cum butter and bit off her udders
I'm a mother fuck, she [?] gut her slut
She awoke, slit her throat right after busting my nut
Whores slithered up in vomit and chunks
As the blade plunged inside her guts
Relapsed giving plastic-wrapped hags, piggybacks, the acid basses
Schizotherapist sadisms of sick, addict for death and sadness
Practice dark magic and torture tactics with rancid hands crafted
For hatchets, icepicks, knives, bats, vice grips and axes
Bitch strapped to a bed in an abandoned attic raped by a satanic savage
Flick a matchstick on the gas-soaked mattress
[?] the spastic screams of mimicking actress from a horror classic
Dick goes hard from flaccid in the lambskin prophylactic
Climaxes gushy gaseous splash and spit
Lungs collapse like a tire flat slow as molasses drips
While I romantically necromance her clit lips
Sip on her nipples, nibble on her ripped tits
Crack a sternum for the chest
Retract it and then slip my fist through her ribs
Massage the heart with my fingertips
Feel the last tick and tighten my grip
Crevices packed with excrement to prove I give a shit
Rest of the flesh is cracked and stripped
Snap her back like a retractor blade
Stick stomach fat
It leaves the skin flat like a wombat
Smash her skull until her mouth spits like a keg tap
Crack the face mask with skin grafts from a headless slag
Anal blast her dissected lower half
Dead ass passes gas through in sex with her cadaver
Dressed in a Glad bag then pressed in a trash compactor
That's the aftermath of my unnatural disasters
I'm psychopathic, dark matter
Nothing matters except skull shattered
Brain matter and splattered bladders to this demonic mad hatter
Rotten remains scattered
Famous insane bastard
Part back half raptor above Jacob's ladder
Hang you backwards from Heaven's rafters to snatch the souls of the raptured
Clipping the wings adding strings for this puppet master
Legs fractured, no escape from capture
Harbored to be tortured and battered by this unholy pastor
Scalpel slices like a hot knife through butter
I will make you s-s-s-s-stutter at the sight of your dead mother
In her bed barely covered by her blood-soaked comforter
You can tell I loved her the way I smothered her in cum butter and bit off her udders
I'm a mother fuck, she [?] gut her slut
She awoke, slit her throat right after busting my nut
Whores slithered up in vomit and chunks
As the blade plunged inside her guts