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Quem​é​s Una Iglesia Para Encender La Mota

by Scowl

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Drug Rug 04:48
Face first Drowned In shock Eyes bulged Dried Fucking done Heart Sunk Below All suns Teeth bared Clenched In disgust Force of violence Venge with blood sheed Phermones exerting prospects of broken bone Blunt hands are hurting to find a veinous home Split the gut from throat to groin then pull out heart meat and bone Make them suffer for their madness No scum will make it home Revenge
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Revel in madness Rebel with his bliss Don't pout one out for Dirty lord he still Lives Big baby ain't dead Old dirty lives Sipping in madness Shrouded by their fear Creature of excess we summon you here Come and free us of petty bonds Come lead us Dirty to heavenly halls
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Free Them From Bonds Of life Before they find the will to fight Lead Them To Voids Light So the yuppie scum will forever burn below On. With. The Murdermake. The streets will run With bloods of sons The lucky ones will have hands dyed with sins undone The spites will burn The world will churn The legions of the murder make will be as one On With The Murdermake Bask In The Murdermake Breath Deep The Murdermake Live For The Murdermake Fall down to your knees Your end will be with me The blood god you shall appease No stopping what you have made Bodies cold Burn them warm Blood gone cold Burn back the war You'll find no escape From the coming murdermake Your head I will take To decorate my war stakes
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I'm too fucking old for this My body has turned to piss A husks of what glory once was A case of the shits I've become Vomit Convulsions bleeding Putrid Liquids are brewing Regret The body spewing Sputum The lungs stop breathing Semen The shame I'm living Blood shed My ass is heaving Bile Mistakes I'm making Vulgar A young life fading Ya done Fucked up You done Goofed son Holy smoke can't save you from yourself
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All the things I've done for you The sacrifice you put me through The only thing you seem to give Is disappointment I can't live With your shit I'm done with it I will choke your neck till you rot I will bleed you dry to the point You'll never have this mind control To cause such constant mindless dull Shame Flooding Through mind and soul Erupting into fearsome wrath Which cannot be contained with rags Of dreams desires fantasies Which I could never near appease Fuck off All the woes of my life are caused by my dick
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Barbed wire shoots through putrid blood Eyes burnt black in sunken hoods Fear grips throats of the lost brood War strikes heart drills brain drains soul dry Upon this mountain built on pain and misery, I comprehend All the woe and filth inside of me Reflections in the lake of monsters that I am, The forcibly bleed And bask within your tragedy The woods now coveted by piss and shit and hate, Produces from my seed The foulest of society But into madness where I finally must go I will only find That I have tripped fucking balls hard
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Feed your dogs You fucking scum Spew your shit Somewhere else They haunt our streets They pity us They drag along clinging to their daddies' bail They smell real bad It makes them cool Why yes you should drink only crappy ale Put your mouth on the curb I will show you the word Of the savior of plight Ol' dirty's holy fight Millions of crust dead will me to rest I will feed your dog
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Shart Week 00:53
Down the leg out the ass purity could never last Smells of death feels undead soon we'll taste of the brown breath Sometimes hard most times red I've prepared for anal death As guts rot intestines fail to the rot gods I do hail Vomit Inducing Expelling Protruding My life force is seeping On the floor I'm weeping I just shit my pants
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Writhe 00:57
Scouring the ground For a hit Searching with eyes Turned to pits Lessons not learned So deserves An anthem revised to writhe to the Illuminati wants you to do heroin All the holy smoke in the world won't stop my minds inner whirl
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Don't fear the reefer Don't fear his green grasp Don't fight this madness You can't ever win Crouched in the corner I took it head on Green fingers choking I puked in the bong Thinking with gusto I found myself in This dank skunky hell which I've always lived in
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S.G.U.A.Y.W. 00:07
Scowl give us all your weed
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Revolting wounds Eyes bulged till noon Crashing through red skies No fucking whys With lizards breath I hunt my head Relentless quest For madness nest They cannot find my third eyes mind Lost to bogs drowning the hogs In excess I ponder breasts Foward I march on to the dawn I've destroyed my Shit fucking life I can't stand This thing that I am I don't want to feel regret But I can't help fucking all things I am Cutting away at myself at my body my whole I want to feel destruction I want to feel null I can't live this hurricane please end all damn life

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released July 24, 2015

Recorded & Mixed by Nikhil Kamineni
Mastered by Will Killingsworth
Design & Layout by Zack Birmingham

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