Blowtorch lyrics

by

BUSHPIG SCATBUTCHER


[Verse 1: MC Bushpig]
THE VOMIT ON YA ANUS FEEDS
THE WORMS ARE CRAWLIN UP MY p*nis
EAT THE HAIRY BALLS N THROBBING COLON IN MY DIARRHOEA
ROTTEN pus*y LIPS ARE STAPLED TO THE TILTING [?] SEMEN
THERE p*ssIN BLOOD BUT LEECHES CRAWL INSIDE YA URETHRA
DECAPITATE YA p*nis WITH A BUTCHERS KNIFE TO SHOVE IT UP YA HERPES COVERED TWOT
THE BRAINS OF DEATHS GETTIN PENETRATED BY MY ERECTION
DIE AS YA ANAL ENTRAILS FACILITATED BY MY SCALPEL
ONLY EVERY MOUTHFUL
OFFAL LEANING ALWAYS MAKES ME THINK OF SMELLY c*ntS
THE BLOODY MEAT N MAGGOTS FROM MY PERFECT ELDERLY REPLICA
OF THE VARICOSE VAGINA LIPS I USE TO KEEP INSIDE MY FRIDGE
THE ONLY PART OF YOU THAT ISNT MOULDY IS YA PLASTIC TITS
THE FROZEN SHEEP HEARTS BRING BACK THE MEMORY OF YA GAPING ANUS
THE ONLY WAY I MARINATE YA MEAT IN ANAL JUICES
WITHOUT THE FLAVOUR OF YA sh*t ,THE MEAT IS ODOURLESS N USELESS

[Verse 2: MC Twot]
SUCK MY DEATH RATTLE N CHOKE ON THE VENOM
AS I SUFFOCATE YA RIGHT FACE IN MY DIRTY ROTTEN MELONS
CAUSE SURVIVAL OF YA BODY BUBONIC [?] b*tchES
MY c*ntS STUBBLE ITCHES , YOUR DYING pus*y TWITCHES
DARK MATTER FILLS THE FOLD TO YOUR VAGINAL CORTEX
DEVOUR YOUR RAW MAGGOTY c*ck WITH CHOPSTICKS
PICK OUT ALL THE BITS OF BROKEN SKULL FROM YA VOMIT
STICK EM UP YA NOSE SO YOU CHOKE ON YA STOMACH
FLOSS YA di*k N MY TEETH WITH YA PUBES
I LOVE IT WHEN THEY DRIP A HOT STICK ON MY BOOBS
IT'S A CHEAP TRILL DRILLING DEEP HOLES IN THE SWINE
IT'S DEVINE WHEN YA CORPSE IS A BRIDE
SORTING THE EYES UP YA PARALYZED PORCUPINE
BLOW YOU A KISS WITH MY ANUS , MIXED WITH EXTRANEOUS INCHES
ALL YOU WENCHES CAN SUCK MY DEAD JIZZ
FRENCH KISSING PREPUBESCENT RECTUM TENSIONS
ADVENTURES IN c*nt JUICE , TUMMY TUCK RUPTURES ON MY TONGUE ACID FILTERS
YA f*ckIN BUM ULCERS
YA GRANDMA QUENCHES , I COLOUR AS A [?]
THE MUD FILL TRENCHES MY ENRAPTURED SENSES
THAT IS HOW YA DEAD MOM'S pus*y AND f*ck IT
TURN YA RECTUM INSIDE OUT N USE IT AS A SPEW BUCKET
SPECIAL SIZE YA CHUNDER , YA GIRLS WONDER
NOW YOUR CRAPPING ROOM AND SLIDE TO A COLOSTOMY BAG DRINK COLONIC BOTTLE WHEN YA GOT YA STOMACH HOLE
NOW YA CAN'T STOP sh*tTING , THROUGH YA p*ss HOLE
[Verse 3: The Woundbearer]
Meat filled orifices drowning in a well
[?] walking asses from the depths of hell
Filling ya crap with a decapitated goat
The castles pain ya blood runs in the moat
Draw the pork calyx , resurrect the last rectum
King David female hose split from the midsection
In the blades bedroom, rippin out ya eyes
I stick em up ya anus , insert the size
Thighs of the snake queen open for ya meat
Ya p*nis is dismembered by her vaginal teeth
Nails in ya temples , amputating your arms
Draw phallic crucifixions in the skin of ya palms
Molest ya nostrils with the plague of locust
You'll witness ya death as ya eyeballs focused
I'll eat you alive with the plot of fork
And stuff inside ya c*nt thru remains of a dwarf
[?] ya f*cking [?]
Melt ya filthy c*nt with a blowtorch
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