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the cenobites - hot crib promo pt2 lyrics

[verse 1: cage]
just a little f+cking taste, you know what i’m saying
off this sh+t check me out, you know what i’m saying
it’s like+i got half a seed to eat
my mind is kind of morbid, as a kid was forbid
to keep worshipping this, so i got more vicious than he did
eyes on you, true i never lacked the guts
before the, hair on my nuts i smoke up newports to the b+tts
in case you haven’t noticed, your mom’s could f+cking blow this
i’m barely in reality splattered i’m out of atomy
made with bl++dy puppy dog tails i’m seeing trails
and there’s f+cking dead on she+males, i dig a prop with all nails
hey lucy in the sky, took a diamond, broke the hymen
on, ??? gave it a half+a+push, then blood gushed
seriously damaged, my thoughts, ???
caught my mom’s around the block to let her know i f+cking hate her
sprayed a, hippie f+g, like a, ???
i’m never out of buddha sack, or track backed with p. funk
my eyes, never f+cking quiver when i sliver
turn north street to my godd+mn bl++dy river
give a, slash, when its gashed, hit the wh0re place
don’t, ??? cos i jux my fits at north face
periodically, i find’s myself into sodomy
need’s a lobotomy, got’s no bottom gee
may k!ll as i laugh’s through f+cking thrillers
hit the tab spot, grab a sheet and put it on my fillings
the, fist f+cker l!ck the gravy off the knuckles
sucking out your bl++dy p+ss’ more flavors than chuckles
god f+cking father don, get the f+ck on
and let these motherf+ckers know we rip them on to five in the morn’
[verse 2: godfather don]
check it, check check, check, check it n+gga
check check, hey check, ahem+check it n+gga
this+a+bigger, me bigger, see it’s a n+gga
he hits about a hundred motherf+cker+suckers wait, ???
get a holll+ooow+oooh, who’s legit
when you and your friend bite loops that are sent, bobbito you dig it son
i’m a higher pinnacle like a rabbinical student
who’s moving through, verses and scriptures
cursing to rip you, with turns in the mixture, ???
you’re seeking to die punk
a lyrical articulatory even my stories are glory let’s get gory i’m sorry i’m odd+ly
i blow like dust and might burn to particles, ???
pardon you, trying to break through like jim morrison
it’s, sin and horror some when, sk!lls fall my tongue
among’s another one for hung a cerebum
flinging dungarees one of me’ll smoke eternities
we, ask w+lly wonka, tonka, i’m a disintegrate
your style, your style, your style
while your isle smiles at me
with piles that be, u.t.t.e.r
g sparks the mic like a r+t+rd
now it’s like that, with a fat sack yo
cage, spark the sh+t in the back, yeah
chillin, chillin, yeah, stretch on the track

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