Mr. Hyde - Theatre of Creeps lyrics

[Ill Bill] I sent you all to Satan Sent you to the devil, decapitated Splattered, degraded Rather amazing matters of hatred Manifestation The cannibal data related to random standards in cases f**in' f*ggots stabbed in they faces Buckets of acid Hitchhike with truckers in traffic I'm stuck on a path where the outcome is nothing but tragic My outward appearance is nothing but average Inside of my brain structrure the primary function is madness Torture these traitors Put their blow torches to faces Corpses in my basement Torsoes are my favorite Autopsy's invigorating k**ing you is refreshling and liberating Playing with the dead is extensively titilating Humans are extremely expensive but really tasty Sell you on the Black Market in pieces to anybody who pays me Limited quantity Culinary sodomy Unique cuisine, delicacy The ultimate equality [Necro] I'm Ogrish As vulgar as you can get Cut out your vulva My cult of the dead Eats from your skull Pulverize like a vulture's molars My goal is dicing up Cindy Margolis And placing her flesh on slices and servin' you hemoglobinisis Its priceless I'm savage, artistic like the vampire of Paris Sadistic Start a campfire Reminisce of ma**acres lifted Blast through a pillow I'm a sick ba*tard like Andre Chikatilo Slay the padre Watch the silhouette of a k**er glow Dusted like Repka's artwork Like Carca**' "Heartwork" Like an aardvark searchin' through organs like carparts rockin' a Cardhardt Ritual sacrifice is human appetizers I capitilize on this cannibalism violence advertisements My cypher of tyrants are trifer than pirates Like lifers that k**ed wifey with knives A violent viking's in Ice Age Smacking Satan Invading your crib like Patrick Bateman With a hatchet waiting making a theatric statement [Goretex] They call me Fondlecorpse Cater for every occasion Home invasion Cavin' in brains That's what I call entertainment Anachronistic Wit' two biscuits that clip through your discus The gore grinder Cause I'm down to the last 6 on my hit-list I'm a sick kid Pieces of skull and blood on my ticksis Too much brown acid Used to be in love with the business of k**ings This vision is scalvaged for nothing Venison victim Buried face down You're similar to a f*ggot who takes it in him Basically a waste of skin I've returned and sent him a telegram A body count with two legs Shattered next to the hexagram My ?? I make like squeaky and stab it My circle fam is supreme bandits Murdered like speed handlers Dirt on the canvas Torso f** shorter than Danzig Saw off your legs and walk on your hands like you was dancin' March of the pigs Newest shipments Cartons and wigs The k**er's smile You know the symptoms when the coughing begins [Mr. Hyde] The prince of evil erupts Cut you c*nts into cutlets You f**in' f*ggot punks A bunch of s*uts that'll s** dick We bust clips at cops And trust kids with Glocks We'll thrust in the ox of puss, drips and drops Rockin' bloody bone chains and veins My cult's strange Known to indulge in pain Crack skulls, expose brains While God's forsaken me there's carca** cooking in my bakery Scraping off your skin and string it up my wall as drapery Dramatically battering you Emphatically splattering you Sporadically ravaging like a scavanger do Sharpen claws Ripped and tore your sh** You're dead and sure to twitch, b**h Your blood and piss is pouring out of every orifice Corpse grisly and grim I use my scissors to trim The blue corset from the host As I efficiently skin Spin the record around I chop your ventricles down You'll see my tentacles found you Now you enter the ground