(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