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Heinous - Dark Lotus
I step 1
Ahh
2 ahh
Across the creaky floor
Spill some f**kin' blood
Then I'm out the back door
Takin' little trinkets fingernails
And pieces of skin
It's all for my rituals of
Cold milk mixed with gin
Stir it together gulp
It down my eyes roll back
I'm chasin' that dragon but
It's more like a hatchet attack
I'm peekin' through windows pickin'
Out the next clueless one
My fingers dig into her throat
What have I done
I sleep on a bed of sharpened knives
And toss and turn until I bleed
I eat from the bread of chosen life
A thousand ghosts alive in me
Wickedly I'm heinous everything
I do is odious
I'm tired of the normalcy
Total terror's my focus
I notice that the knife
Wounds are spellin out a name
To the average mother f**ker
I can be a little extreme
So I take the bloody corset and
Then light it for the emphasis
Try to call me sick but
I'm seein' a horror specialist
So you wanna murder this ya'll
That's right
And you wanna murder them
That's right
You should take a hit of this ya'll
Why
Once they're dead they're not comin' back
Death is imminent when you on the other end
With ya skull bein
By the wrong side of the bull pit
Blood pours out from a splint
Up to my ankles in it
All over hammer and grip and so it slips
Discarded for the use of a rusty crowbar
To the horror of the courier
Who is forever scarred
The terror I inflict is often
Described as heinous
My history about it spreads
Out to leave them nameless
Shell shocked from
All the blood that ya saw
Stainin' the walls and does surround
You and it spreads to the halls
It's even drippin' from the ceiling inside
You get this feeling that
The criminal's still creepin'
That's because I'm right behind you
Groin to gullet from
Your stomach to your mullet
Split ya clean like cantaloupe
And let ya neighbors know what done it
America's most wanted for
Crimes against humanity
Heinous and the evil is formin the insanity
So you wanna murder this ya'll
That's right
And you wanna murder them
That's right
You should take a hit of this ya'll
Why
Once they're dead they're not comin' back
So you wanna murder this ya'll
That's right
And you wanna murder them
That's right
Oooo ooo ooo
Why once they're dead they're not comin' back
The sh*t you callin' wicked is for kids
And cheerleaders
This heinous sh*t right here is for demonous
Flesh eaters
It's rainin' blood in my bedroom
A wet and bloody red
Snakes slither through
My earholes in and out of my head
Got dent in this back a violent panick attack
Skitsofrantic and demonaclly I'm manic depressed
I'll stick an axe in your chest
I'll kick some cracks in your neck
I'll beat you into chunks like
You was in a plane wreck heinously
So you wanna murder this ya'll
That's right
And you wanna murder them
That's right
You should take a hit of this ya'll
Why
Once they're dead they're not comin' back
So you wanna murder this ya'll
That's right
And you wanna murder them
That's right
Oooo ooo ooo
Why once they're dead they're not comin' back
Oooo ooo ooo
Why
Oooo ooo ooo
Why
Once they're dead they're not comin' back
Oooo ooo ooo
Why
Oooo ooo ooo
Why
Once they're dead they're not comin' back
