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lirik lagu sgt. slaughter meets cinikill – cinikill

[verse 1: cinik!ll]
[?] like the evil country
publicist [?] pick up your phone but your damage in the colon
i [?] try to find your life in tacky
along the realm of ransom i am i christy jackie on-ssis
but the hatches in your st-tches
[?]
the twins illegals a cerebral like demonic smeagol
i’m f-cking ball valve arenas afterwards i bingo
my hatred ancient like that goes to ronald reagan
[?]
i’m talking sh-t in my she did for washington and competence
baby rhyme and violence and european continent
lie people hit the pads for you lindsay lohan dad’s
snoring so much c0ke, [?] body bags
i kept it separate, like your t–th abuzz demented
[?] connected
and, retrospective, you’re like a george romero fl1ck
see the crippled nap to shoot the devil’s work and stick
turned into new pages for the [?] and the sages
deleting [?] souls while your skip hop in the famous
double-laser rapist and cinik!ll [?] s-d-st

[verse 2: cinik!ll]
the kids [?] open, i’m hoping you’ll be throwing
in the shark-infested ocean while you’re causing a commotion
[?]
you’re retired from the wire luca brasi tackifier
i hope the contract your life and you’re about to expire
now your problems of the goblins, you’re dying like john bonham
the drums of death our brain as we rip apart your bottom
of the residential monster, [?]
probing up your r-ct-m, [?]
sticking needles into flesh, like tin head on a [?]
i’ll make you f-cking famous, when you reach the face of death
gillett or and grim, and cinik!ll the skin
now throw your f-cking hands up with your dislocated limbs
if you don’t [?] guns, we execute the monks
after prublic k!lling for the only bodies and dumps
cookie c-nts

[verse 3: cinik!ll]
yo
the chicken habits like heroin addicts [?]
madness will get scanless with aunt agnes
the sultan of bladder, tell for bedtime stories
[?], my mind daggers
to the forest, when nightly teachers
i’m sick it too tannic like samuel peter’s
house gate wait for your dead on a rifle
chopping up handsome mechanics for survival
i follow the motto with the old otto
when chewing intestines make sure that you swallow
[?]
listen to judith’s erotic defensive
children shouldn’t playing with the end that garland
cinik!ll robin delightful process
[?] in the dirt, look like captain kirk
i’m telling what the new york ripper and it will t-shirt
grimy jane finn, or k!lling off your tent
[?]
the song was inspired by we bring dead

[hook: cinik!ll]
the demons and change, rip out your brain
drain out that blood that your vampire fangs
cinik!ll and grimey j of the tyrants and keeping torturous
if your wife’s baby should get put on the abortion list

[verse 4: cinik!ll]
i walking over the water with the devil and his daughters
and slaughterhouse rocks when i’m italy in chartres
call me pan and my lover is the carnage i keep hearing tv
versus hoodie bodies in the garbage in my cabinet
of pain i put your bits in your brain imitating
demon knight like an actor billy zane i played in the neck
is natural like it it will be your capsule if you want to see the castle
you’ll be locked out in the dungeon like an -ssh0l-
cannibals are [?] blood out of a dead william hung
eyewitness heinous acts done by a desperate mom
oddities doctor please brother like chris knees
even superman tried young claiming and degrees
in the cellar body sing from the techie human ring
your worst nightmare is a rusty guillotine
on the gallo bout the color to a rave that shadow
when you get to a discreet your master with a f-cking h-llo

[hook]

b-tch!

- cinikill

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