All of them, they must be slaughtered All of them, they must be slaughtered The father, the son They guide the lowly goat The mind it takes to end a
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low like you know how this go {"Put some money on it"} I'm a product of the corner Cornered the market with the product I would offer, slaughtered the
When evenin' comes, I am alive I love to prowl around in the streets It's the moonlight that controls my mind Now I've got the power to speak, yeah (
put her pedal to the metal screaming that she won't be denied she'll lead you like a lamb to the slaughter kissing her knife she's an animal man to the slaughter
I'll know her face a mile away You'll be there in the slaughter Freeing me when I'm cornered Being arrested by the mind cops They're the only ones worth
of universe the death is on your back dark angels on massacre make the blood turn black The last slaughter Wrath and torment is the God's final slaughter
Hey, the love of two A desire, is whats for you is it real? A lulliby? Face to face, with an unamed mouth Hey! Hey! Heyyyy! Hey! hey! Heyyyy! Feel the
the same My tired eyes have seen enough Of all of your lies My hate is blind There won't be another dawn We will read as we have sewn Slaughter of
and torso mold As one as my blood is boiling Blowtorch slaughter Bodily capitulation Blowtorch slaughter Blowtorch slaughter Merciless disintegration Blowtorch slaughter
dropped, it's been suddenly present Cutting ways that I've walked Earning miles through it all I was late for the kill but early for the slaughter I
A journey through ones eyes and I gaze into the light. Infernal screams paint this world in different shades of red Empty eyes stare at me, false belief
Men women and children cry and scream in pain Wounded by bomb splinters Streets littered with maimed and slaughtered In rigid pathetic heaps
In nineteen sixty-eight an eleven year old girl named Mary Bell. Killed four year old Martin Brown, two months later strangled Brian = Howe. Mary Bell
.... Slaughter thy poser I=B9m cracking his face =2E...on my face Plunging my ice pick, stab out their eyes All of the posers will die. Slaughter thy
[Intro: DJ KaySlay] Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King And for those of y'all that don't know I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name of Papoose
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[Intro] Here we go yo, here we go Pick it up yo, here we go [Chorus] BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND CLEAN BACK ON THE SCENE CRISPY AND SLAUGHTERHOUSE! [
