The Unthrowboxes
Killers Are Tall
I'm in the bad mood, go get ya brains chewed
Do ya think I'm a dude staring at you in the n***
If ya gonna be so rude, you'll soon be screwed
Ya sick brain gets spewed and pursued
Burn the eyes with my shampoo and my bad attitude
Human guts barbequed so i'll make em drill
In the pool of blood where it drowns em all
Killers are tall and survivors are small
Using the tools and killing the fools
Stealing ya soul and biting off ya sole
Spreadin raw all over the arts of gore
Urine diarrhoea and blood will pour
Ya mum is poor tearin off her pore
The demons inside of a lord or a god
I'm gonna attack ya like a dog if ya smack talk
Were gonna walk and stalk the Earth
Guts written in a chalk
Stab ya eyeballs with a fork
Worm infested morgue is allowed to have pork
Annihilate ya corpse
No remorse
This is torturous
It's full of rigamortis
Feeding on ya organs
Thoughts are morbid
Endin up tortured and slaughtered
Ya mouths watered and ya faces quartered
Ya souls aborted so that means ya possessed