Goretex - The Last 100 Days of Sodom lyrics
[Goretex - The Last 100 Days of Sodom lyrics]
Anybody gets it
Like quarantines that deemed infected
America supported Hitler till he
Came for a second a cannibal never utensils
Crime scene no stencils
Dimes get traded, degraded, smashed
And brought back like rentals
Selling coke to rabbis
I'm recognized the temple
Stalkers and blood letters from ex-girls
Signed "I'mma get you"
She wet me up in the trunk
Put my brain in the doors
Every time I smile it's like kicking the
Grim Reaper right in the fucking balls
Some new flesh, SuicideGirls on X
Models waking up late for sex
With third degrees on their chest
Bleeding with sore nipples
Some rappers got a fetish for cripples
They blame liquor
Some of these strippers love
Playing with scissors
Even catch brain on the city
Bus with titties and muff
Malibu drug orgies with Janet
J and Hilary Duff killers amongst thieves
Howie's crunk juice in cups
Children of Sodom we rock bottom
No stopping me up
It's over with! C4 taped to your doorstep
It's over with!
Cut up your face like Boar's Head
It's over with!
Controlling your mind, your thoughts read
It's over with! Kid, it's over with!
Kid, it's over with!
I'm playing the don
Kick your face in, looking like chicken parm
The green card will carve you up nice
You pimp it like the swan
Victims like Mansfield, jugs in the podium
Shotgun pellets massage flesh
Caress like exfoliants
Bunch of suicide rappers
They're strapped with plutonium
These sluts they never gave me
Stupid you crazy? They sniffing sodium
Opium labs, hot zombies and project morgues
About the low self-esteem
Who sniff whores and shoot porn
Virgins afloat
Determined when they worship the Goat
I got the upper hand
Control 'em when they're hurting for coke
Every chick they wanna DP in a cup to drink
A cunt is only loved if it's pink
I need drugs to blink
What's wrong with Gore?
They call me when the corpse was raw
They needed a law for the torch
That someone's thought at the door
This portrait of Gore
Tortured like the ghost of bottom
Strike of the Beast
The Last 100 Days of Sodom!
It's over with! C4 taped to your doorstep
It's over with!
Cut up your face like Boar's Head
It's over with!
Controlling your mind, your thoughts read
It's over with! Kid, it's over with!
Kid, it's over with!
Like quarantines that deemed infected
America supported Hitler till he
Came for a second a cannibal never utensils
Crime scene no stencils
Dimes get traded, degraded, smashed
And brought back like rentals
Selling coke to rabbis
I'm recognized the temple
Stalkers and blood letters from ex-girls
Signed "I'mma get you"
She wet me up in the trunk
Put my brain in the doors
Every time I smile it's like kicking the
Grim Reaper right in the fucking balls
Some new flesh, SuicideGirls on X
Models waking up late for sex
With third degrees on their chest
Bleeding with sore nipples
Some rappers got a fetish for cripples
They blame liquor
Some of these strippers love
Playing with scissors
Even catch brain on the city
Bus with titties and muff
Malibu drug orgies with Janet
J and Hilary Duff killers amongst thieves
Howie's crunk juice in cups
Children of Sodom we rock bottom
No stopping me up
It's over with! C4 taped to your doorstep
It's over with!
Cut up your face like Boar's Head
It's over with!
Controlling your mind, your thoughts read
It's over with! Kid, it's over with!
Kid, it's over with!
I'm playing the don
Kick your face in, looking like chicken parm
The green card will carve you up nice
You pimp it like the swan
Victims like Mansfield, jugs in the podium
Shotgun pellets massage flesh
Caress like exfoliants
Bunch of suicide rappers
They're strapped with plutonium
These sluts they never gave me
Stupid you crazy? They sniffing sodium
Opium labs, hot zombies and project morgues
About the low self-esteem
Who sniff whores and shoot porn
Virgins afloat
Determined when they worship the Goat
I got the upper hand
Control 'em when they're hurting for coke
Every chick they wanna DP in a cup to drink
A cunt is only loved if it's pink
I need drugs to blink
What's wrong with Gore?
They call me when the corpse was raw
They needed a law for the torch
That someone's thought at the door
This portrait of Gore
Tortured like the ghost of bottom
Strike of the Beast
The Last 100 Days of Sodom!
It's over with! C4 taped to your doorstep
It's over with!
Cut up your face like Boar's Head
It's over with!
Controlling your mind, your thoughts read
It's over with! Kid, it's over with!
Kid, it's over with!