Stomped Out lyrics

[Chorus]
Doctor, I speak up, a carcass is shaking then sh-
X2
[?] your body [?]
[?]
Attackin through nightmares and bad dreams

[Verse 1: MC Bushpig]
I drink my lager form skulls infested bottle soft
Infect the whole underground like ripping slits with my sick c*ck
Keep it brutal as f*ck, butchers tight and spit hot
Like the vomit after fifty hard home-proof vodka shots
Ya b*tches cut the pubic boner used like a pig trough
My sh*t's not music, now's abusive and better off
Don't listen to it in public so cut ya f*ckin ears off
These slithering maggots get drunk off the blood and guts
Slit ya wrist , get ya throat cut , I [?] up ya [?] butts
Dripping with sperm n sh*t , ya clitoris burns to a crisp
The cannibal warlords weapon stored whores n gore porn
Mimicking these words you'll be found swinging from mic chords
Ya f*ckwits are weak ants so stay off the high horse
My knife causing the life force to pour like a hail storm
My [?] of liquids n jizm n slave whores
Butchers' harems spit the sickest gore lyrics-like grindcore

[Verse 2: MC c*mblood]
[?] cut the mental then I dump the carcass in the gutter
Weak sl*ts for victims in the organ abductor
Or get chopped out n gutted and left with the flies and maggots
It's intestine mechanics with meat cleaver tactics
If I murder psychiatric saw raping virgin spastic
The still gore livings in the maximum damage
I'm corrupt and brutal like Neddy Smith in Blue Murder
I torture like Bundy with pincers and then bunsen burners
Spraying splitters on ya bone matter shrapnel shards scatter
Ya cranium is crushed with the strokes of a sledgehammer
On all forms of flesh wars the vocal cords overlords
Depict forms of blood sauce , the knife causes bloodsports
Me and my cleaver bring the Aussie butcher slavery
Guillotine meat, slicing slow, precise and painfully
Ya cruelly stomped without [?] and the butcher [?]
For inflicting the hardest lethal terminal injuries
[Verse 3: Toecutta]
[?] ya f*cking dumb c*nts , we'll come for ya spilled guts
Motherf*ckers are p*ss-poor sh*t what do you spit for?
We split whores and spit lyrics in sick forms
c*nts are claiming snuff gore , you ain't even soft porn
Shut the f*ck up get called out n cut the f*ck up
We're all p*ssed sick f*cks filming Two Girls and One Cup
My hip hop posts n hangout the front of the mental [?]
Too close for crime scene photos with all ya f*cking toes cut
By performance , the cause of death bludgeoned the head with a club
You got me enraged like cage fights
Meat cleavers n butchers knife , ya pussies better have nine lives
Infected , my rhymes are packed with flesh-eating enzymes
I perpetrate hate crimes, I spit as a gate one
A serial offender, slaughter b*tches like bovine
The rituals dismembered corpses lay slaughtered
They specialize ya [?] of aborted

[Chorus]
Doctor, I speak up, a carcass is shaking then sh-
X2
[?] your body [?]
[?]
Attackin through nightmares and bad dreams