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bushpig scatbutcher – mutilated with the text acapella lyrics

i spit in ya f+cking faces
smash ya sh+tty t+rd eye open
ya soft mentality offends me
you provoked this with the lies that you’ve spoken
its time to die in this moment
i k!ll you slowly
as the rituals performed
empty out my hairy scr+t+m
evoking pig vomit
ej+cul+ting pork sword totems
p+rnographic apocalypse
the holy pig lord approaches
like a swarm of locusts
devour all life to fill my quota
exterminate ya breed like rodents
gorge on disembowelled components
talking sh+t will get ya mouths stitched
no one goes against the brutal underground sh+t
see i’m’ well equipped for cutting off ya limbs
ya faces skinned leaving nothing but the lips
my p+n+s throbbing whip it out stiff
rip ya f+ckin head off as ya suck my d+ck
hypnotised by m+n+scripts that’s why ya can’t resist
the urge to k!ll yourself n slit ya own wrists
diggin these mass graves
for posers and biters
they follow for fashion
and steal from our culture
like vultures on carrion eating away
is the image i see when they sit on display
like the corpse in my garden they seem to be fresh
but the stench will prevail as the carcass decays
buried in my body farm out west
maggots eat away your half devoured flesh
rotting away in ya graves after necro s+x
consumed in this ritual septic death
coughing up blood choke on pungent stench
murdering all snuffing out ya fake trends
haemophilic smell of blood on my breath
ignorant f+cks mutilated with the text
channeling these demons then i sh+t em out
drop the evil faeces in my victims mouths
chew n swallow what im servin from my spitting bowels
like the depths of h+ll a guttural growl
join the bush pig cult without a doubt
worship my swollen meat like an stone tower
drink the v+g+n+l blood as it leaks out
in an orgy of gore were the most devout
herds of sheep
swallow the sh+t til they drown
in the septic refuse
that excretes from these clown mimics
your trying so hard to be underground b+tches
so that’s where your body parts can be found
ditches we dig for the fakers n snitches were
burning your house of cards down to the f+kn ground
only devils know what i talk about
snuff p+rn gore hidden from the crowds
super real evil images so foul
encrypted knowledge liberated by the sound
w+nking death on the battleground
f+ck you dogs before i lay ya b+tches down
crush ya with my d+ck cos im well endowed
buried under boar s+m+n spraying out

- bushpig scatbutcher lyrics

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