chasegod. – extreme mutilation of a political adversary lyrics
body’s always bl–dy
cutting meat with my wrist
slice slice slice
end up in my fridge
or end up on my plate
marinate you in grapes
super sour wine
are you ready for a taste
blackened by
the thought of death
banned from the underworld
here laying on my table
a dissected boy and girl
grab my scapel and give it a twirl
working with the finest
surgical precision, it’s time
i make my cut
dull unsharpened blade
scr-pes your skin
i am the pope of death
and i have sinned
body bag win
body bag win
buried in the ground
sent to h-ll with my kin
body’s always bl–dy
cutting meat with my wrist
slice slice slice
end up in my fridge
or end up on my plate
marinate you in grapes
super sour wine
are you ready for a taste
(you ain’t ready for a taste)
none of ya’ll motherf-ckers
ready for a taste of this
super sour grape juice wine
chasegod style
if you are listening to this, you are the resistance
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