Digestive Rectum
I load my gun and get ready for it
Bout to blow this shit
A fine bullet wasted on a pathetic life
Maybe a noose will fix your problem
As the life drains out of your eyes
From life to gray then youre fucking gone
I'll let the brain spill out the side of your head
Blood run out your eyes
I kneel down to lick the running wax out your ear
I pull out a plastic bag and a plier
To collect your teeth
I will feast upon them later
After eating your rectum for dinner
Bout to blow this shit
A fine bullet wasted on a pathetic life
Maybe a noose will fix your problem
As the life drains out of your eyes
From life to gray then youre fucking gone
I'll let the brain spill out the side of your head
Blood run out your eyes
I kneel down to lick the running wax out your ear
I pull out a plastic bag and a plier
To collect your teeth
I will feast upon them later
After eating your rectum for dinner
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Writer(s): Mors I Creatura
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