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Mangle To This Artist: Fleapit Label: SFDB Year: 2001 Album: N/A |
Last Modified:
23rd December 2001 Transcribed by: QED Contact: qed@ukhh.com Artist Discography |
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Junior Disprol: I'm more meticulous hypothalamic factors Like scarecrows raping mannequins on the back of some tractors You're a gay cadaver in a morgue slab on a coroner's platter programmer Black Sabbath DAT mastered the record and messages backwards Splatter flick actors more mangled for fractures I'm repping stag flicks with a boa constrictor and handlebar moustaches My sword slashes averages higher piranha Luger Stabbed with a blade strapped to my head like a barracuda They're so para super on some sacrificial goat maneuver I'm using bodies by the door like a draft excluder Maraurder split knuckle and finger from fist I manage your bitch like she's appeared in 60 stag flicks Cadaver strangle you ragged now you live in a ditch Scattered like bone cold like a cannibal fridge More bodies exist in cavity walls mortar and bricks Slaughter for kicks blame apocalypse zombies and tongue flicks It's the head sculptor I extinct you like its culture On a molecular level you suffer before you hit the sulphur Astronomer shudder solar nebula agriculture Acres of corpses dead on spikes practice acupuncture I harvest spite for my verbs and process chupacabras I barramunder grammar Scaramanga gamma number This is necropolis' most requested summer number Words and sounds like a carcass and a pack of vultures My grammar thunder like Kalashnikov I'm kicking off Live from the isle of the dead with Rachmaninoff I Molotov a fleet of plod to the beat compete with Fifty starved cannibals that's hungry to eat Fuck your plain packaging 'cause we're indiscreet The dead will step out of the mortuary to walk on the street I stamp on your beak 'til we get an audible shriek This is three gallons of blood and a bucket meat Dead resident corpse rigor mortis files Putrefied flesh a carcass and a bucket of fries Honey bathe in a bath of Formaldehyde So we can slide to my king size and socialise Don't try to rationalise just take a look at my eyes I'm dead set this rugged in a human disguise I reanimate corpses to zombifry Bodies with mushrooms and bangers 'Cause I'm out of my mind | ||
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