(Verse one: Horrid Sam)
With the shovel keep digging to find yer teeth
I put the leeches coming through yer face underneath
The slave parents becoming a stinky worm creatures
Surround the parents in sewer from my pictures
I delightfully see you got covered in mud
After the water is thicken than orange blood
You were get exploded like face is getting popped
I’ll make the mom and dad's stuff will be robbed
When you know better than the little brothers
I’m gonna eat you all each other's
Swelling you in the brains if they gonna get hurt
Messing all up yer chin with the poop dirt
My eyes keep shooting you like laser beams
Make you go to sleep and you have yer bad dreams
When the saturation of the red in the water
And the feet smells like sour cheese of the daughter

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I defend, your life spent
I defend, your life spent
I defend, your life spent
To confess, not time to bless (x2)

(Verse two: Horrid Sam)
The stench of breath cause of chemical repulsion
You will be poisoned before it causing you a convulsion
Have my decisions think of me I’m the pranksters
I’m the master of the prankster and the gangsters
As the foul stench goes on upon over
Impale the mask of the unconscious lover
Praying my hands while I give you a chance
I wanna see you peeing all over yer pants
Lay down in the rest for a while
Shoot you in the rest of yer body style
Wanna creeping on you, I wanna scare you
Gonna sticking all over yer mouth with the glue
My eye style is protected you in the hell
Dwell them in the soul with the holy cast spell
Ready for syndication of the holy spirits
When the urgent horror music like my lyrics
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(Verse three: Horrid Sam)
Running down the cemetery for the military
Waiting for the death spirits dwelling in the belly
When the souls strengthening up in the lab tube
First executions might be right to include
Stop crying you little bratty sisters
Curse one death with no souls for that creatures
Ready for the prank competitions get you defeated
All of my prank conditions might be succeeded
Living in possession by jinn in the head
Touching around yer face with the birds dead
Completing all of my prank sentence of the maths
When the black sewer rats give me no deaths
When the punishing block, I hurt you all head nuts
Planting the parents with the ashes and dust
Growing back until you wait there to get you punished
Wangle you around with the belt we acknowledged

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