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Do the Charles

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Oh, OH
The the merrier...

It's the grinder ya can't handle my rugged rape
I shut bitches up, with of masking tape
since the pestilence invaded me
I to decapitate, motherfuckers that hated me
And, I'll murder you in blood for your rent
so many people, niggas think I'm the president
So vote, or kid I'll cut your with the scalpel
feast on the human flesh of a priest in a chapel
Filled with ghouls, your blood
I'm body baggin', niggas in my Dungeons and
Adventures, a fuckin' sicko on the sickest level
I'll eat your colon, I'm rollin' with my mother's enavel
I had sex all my ex hoes
Then I chopped off legs and arms
Now all I got are torsos
With a chainsaw, made for
To up the blood
I'll use your fuckin' to mop the floor
So...

Do the Charles
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Do The Charles
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Do The Manson
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The morbider the

I eats a maggot
I gay bash a
I knock boots with dirty prostitutes that look like Jimmy
Yo, I'm incurable AIDS
I can't wait to self-mutilate with razor blades
Blood and guts, blood and guts, Mooney's body
They're to take me away haha!
to the Paddy wagon
Because they my dead body shredder
Now I'll be blendin achilles tendon
Well I'm sending letters
To your family kid, letting them I got rid
Of your body after I chopped you a squid
Then straight to the bag, another dead fag for the garbage man
So the body to the garbage can
it comes to another murderer kid I'm gorier
The Warriors, leavin' in a state of euphoria
Back in the days when it came to I stick them
But nowadays the eat the flesh of his victim
So, word to the lizard, nigga's absurd
From to December
I'm niggas dismembered
Bitches get beaten, long the cretin
Got dead bodies rot and ready to be eaten
With a knife and a fork, for any in New York
Take mine, and I'll have to outline body in chalk

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Do The Charles
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Do The Charles
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Mad my call,
I got the ski mask, For I rob
come through your sink like the fucking Blob
The silent, violent, Ghoul is
My is darker, then Clyde Barker
The stalker, sporting a parka
Blood stain where human
A I pack when I hijack planes
So ashes to ashes, dust to
I'll admit, I'll shit, and I'll spit on grave in disgust
So rest in pain, the may main releases
The type of shit to any nigga resting in pieces
I clock loot, a punk playing a guitar
While girls loose their virginity in the of my car
I went to Killers Anonymous, for my
I'm Clause wishin' you a Merry Crucifixion

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Do The Charles
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Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
Mad kid
I'm chop you up
I'm chop you up
I'm chop you up!