(Verse 1)
The Corpse Grinder with the platinum shovel
The gat's humble
Wherever I dig at you, I keep my pigs in a bundle
Make getaways like (?), keep my chicks in a grundle
Flippin (doctors)? and (demos and dips?) wherever, we run you
Guns through customs, sonnin you
Yall n***as is b**hes
Stick to dick
Fighting over whos doing the dishes
I'm bruising these christians
Northern winds, alluminus victims
Moving through shape shifts, I'm raping chicks at home in their slippers
Make they p**y squirt from a ripped verse, titties to burst
The Gore Pimp
Leaving Oslo with a pretty piss nurse
Cla**ic breeds
Medication, trippin from (V's?)
n***a's tanked up
But I still pull the trigger with ease
The ba*tard son, the Mansons never sent me no cheese
I (repent to Odin)? for every body part that I freeze
The taxidermist, steady (?) at your mama that bleeds
I'm worse than Bundy, with a Volkswagen that feeds
f**ing with us, kid, armageddon, fetisch for cheese