Deadline lyrics

[Verse 1: Freakazoid]
Wer zum Teufel bist du? Und was zur Hölle willst du von Beelzebub?
Das Necronomicon ist ein seltenes Buch und El Diablo ist sehr selbstbewusst
Das hast du nicht selbst gewusst? Und es wird dir selbst bewusst
Dass jeder sterben muss, denn irgendwann ist eben Schluss
Von der Geburt übern ersten Kuss
Bis zum letzten Atemzug, leben wird zu einer echten Sucht
Und Angst vor dem Tod ist der beste Grund
Aber Unsterblichkeit wäre ein Fluch
Denn die Unendlichkeit dauert eine ewige Zeit ohne flucht

[Verse 2: MC c*mblood]
Anal [?] teratomas lactate fluids down, ready to carve
As my c*ck thrusts internally
And ya body rots eternally
In my cemetery of snuff and decay
Rotting hands are sawn off during my sexual ceremonies
While the corpse mutants spend the memories of the anal abuse
There physical landscapes carry the scars
As they have been transformed with rotten parts
Charred cadavers that resemble prehistoric primordial filth
Are filled with liquidant tetramonster c*cks of pedophilic freaks
It's cadaver reaming flesh without life fulfilling

[Verse 3: MC Bushpig]
Every carcass tells a story with the rotting flesh and a foul stench
Cold and pink disfigured ornaments , lifeless yet descriptive imprints
Bleeding wounds , scars , burns and fractures
Murderous tortures are reenacted
Shown from the way that ya skulls impacted
My simple solution to life confusion
Ya violent death is ablution , or an aids for the sickly amusements
Like the multiple cuts of a dead woman's c*nt
Trade my incisions made of the flesh of a dirty sl*t
After nailing the bleeding eyelids shut
(f*cking dumb b*tch!)
Disembowelled , hung , drawn and quartered
The pure condemned meats need to be slaughtered
Ya life is aborted and abused by the sorted sick and the morbid
Butchering on the death wheel
Innocent delicate bodies are broken and skewered on a cold steel
Decent bigger way the rotting skin peels to reveal like a chill
Bladder meats at the vaginal meal at the moment of brain-death
Irreversible cessation my murderous creations of trophies after decapitation
I keep ya rotten pus*y for my p*nis penetration
[Verse 4: Freakazoid]
Ihr seid verrückt und ratlos mit der Zeit aber auch rückgratlos
Weil ihr drückt grad bloß den Türdrücker hoch
Verhindert so alle neuen Informationen
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[Verse 5: MC c*mblood]
The moment before sleeping the final comatoses
The second before the body releases the final energy surplus
A life force exists till the extinguish solves
The spirits of dead mutilated men
Only in acts of pure sadistic brutality
At least demonic entities to form of reality
Just before the last breath leaves you murdered mortal vessel
Known by all creatures, it's the time of judgement
As written in the first convent
By useful purposes of mind control
To command the mouth for a human soul
Face [?] has no meaning
It's time for cadaver cleaning
Your vital essence drained and hung upon the [?] from the ceiling
While your mind is still dreaming
The exposed brain is on the sacrificial altar
Worms eat your decomposing [?] form
While tossing on your cranium decaying rotten and torn
[Verse 6: DeSade]
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