Lyrics

Serial killers do, on a small scale, what governments do on a large one. They are a product of the times and these are bloodthirsty times. Even psychopaths have emotions if you dig deep enough. Then again, maybe they don't
Mythical creatures surrounded by leeches, we gotta find our way out of this Dungeon through the pungent stench of rotting swine
CRAWL THROUGH ALL THE SLIME
IT’S DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND
WHY
ALL THE TIME WE’RE FACED WITH SNAKES THAT FUCKIN SLIP AND SLIDE
Around the courageous it’s not like this shit’s
Contagious I’m busy raging on this battlefield
Surviving on my hatred
For you
EAT A FUCKING BLADE
MY DECISION ISN’T CHANGING THIS SHIT FINAL SO GO FIND YOURSELF SOMEWHERE TO FUCKING PRAY
Aye, do not disgrace
Better step back boy you up in my space (Space)
Slen and GHOSTOFBLU we pull up the stu and let these Fuckboys know we running the place, blegh
Do you wanna taste the blade? yuh
Stainless steel upon the spade, yuh
Take you back into my cave
Drug ya bitch and turn her into my slave
I'll be locking up the doors
Strap you to a fuckin chair
Flick the switch and hit her raw
Make you watch it whilst you cry with despair
Then I'll take your fucking kid, yuh
Throw him off the tallest cliff, yuh
Bitch, you think I give a shit
Driven by hatred, no empty clip
Talking
You think you know me
DO YOU WANNA TASTE THE BLADE?
DO YOU WANNA TASTE THE BLADE?
DO YOU WANNA TASTE THE BLADE?
DO YOU WANNA TASTE THE BLADE?
DO YOU WANNA TASTE THE BLADE? AYE
DO YOU WANNA TASTE THE BLADE? AYE
DO YOU WANNA TASTE THE BLADE? AYE
DO YOU WANNA TASTE THE BLADE?
Talking
Written by: Slen
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