Do the Charles Manson - Necro

I’m all about America…

Do the Charles Manson

Do the Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson

Do The Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson

Do The Jeffrey Dahmer

Oh, OH

I’m all about America…

It’s the corpse winder ya can’t handle my rugged rape

I shut bitches up, with strips of masking tape

Ever since the pestilence invaded me

I started to decapitate, motherfuckers that hated me

And, I’ll murder you in cold blood for your rent

Taxin' so many people, niggas think I’m the president

So vote, or kid I’ll cut your throat with the scalpel

Then feast on the human flesh of a priest in a chapel

Filled with ghouls, your blood crunches

I’m body baggin', niggas in my Dungeons and Dragons

Adventures, a fuckin' sicko on the sickest possible level

I’ll eat your colon, cause I’m rollin' with my mother’s

I had sex with all my ex hoes

Then I chopped off their legs and are

Now all I got are human torsos

With a chainsaw, made for gore

To clean up the blood

I’ll use your fuckin' face to mop the floor

So…

I cannibal leaf a maggot

I gay bash a faggot

I knock boots with dirty prostitutes like Jimmy Swaggart

Yo, I’m incurable like AIDS

I can’t wait to self-mutilate myself with razor blades

Blood and guts, blood and guts, Mooney’s body baggin'

They’re comin' to take me wah-ahah!

Straight to the paddy wagon

Because they found my dead body shredded

Now I’ll be blunt in your Achilles tendon

Well I’m sending some letters

To your family kid, letting them know I got rid

Of your body after I chopped you like a squid

Then straight to the garbage bag, another dead fag for the garbage man

So carry the body to the garbage can

When it comes to another murderer kid I’m gorier

The Warriors, leavin' niggas in a state of euphoria

Back in the days when it came to punks I stick them

But nowadays the Ghoul eat the flesh of his victim

So, word to the lizard, this nigga’s absurd

From January to December

I’m leavin' niggas dismembered

Bitches get beaten, long live the cretin

Got dead bodies rot and cured ready to be eaten

With a knife and a fork, for any punk in New York

Take mine, and I’ll have to outline your body in chalk

Mad Mooney’s

I got the ski mask, I’m wonderful

I’ll rob;

I’ll come through your sink like the fucking Blob

The silent, violent, Ghoul is cruel

My mind is darker, then Clive Barker

The motherfucking stalker, sporting a parka

Blood stain where human remains

A Tec-9 I pack when I hijack planes

So ashes to ashes, dust to dust

I’ll admit, I’ll shit, and I’ll spit on your grave in disgust

So rest in pain, the human remain releases

The type of shit to leave any nigga resting in pieces

I clock loot, like a punk playing a guitar

While girls loose their virginity in the backseat of my car

I went to Killers Anonymous, for my addiction

I’m Santa Clause wishing you a Merry Crucifixion

Mad Mooney kid

Mad Mooney kid

Mad Mooney kid

Mad Mooney kid

Mad Mooney kid

Mad Mooney kid

I’m gonna chop you up

I’m gonna chop you up

I’m gonna chop you up!