Bushpig Scatbutcher - MUTILATED BY THE TEXT lyrics

I spit in ya fu*king faces Smash ya sh*tty turd eye open Ya soft mentality offends me You provoked this with the lies that you've spoken Its time to die in this moment I kill you slowly As the rituals performed Empty out my hairy scrotum Evoking pig vomit Ejaculating pork sword totems Pornographic apocalypse The holy pig lord approaches Like a swarm of locusts Devour all life to fill my quota Exterminate ya breed like rodents Gorge on disembowelled components Talking sh*t will get ya mouths stitched No one goes against the brutal underground sh*t See I'm' well equipped for cutting off ya limbs Ya faces skinned leaving nothing but the lips My penis throbbing whip it out stiff Rip ya fu*kin head off as ya su*k my dick Hypnotised by man*scripts that's why ya can't resist The urge to kill yourself n slit ya own wrists Diggin these mass graves For posers and biters They follow for fashion And steal from our culture Like vultures on carrion eating away Is the image i see when they sit on display Like the corpse in my garden they seem to be fresh But the stench will prevail as the carcass decays Buried in my body farm out west Maggots eat away your half devoured flesh Rotting away in ya graves after necro sex Consumed in this ritual septic death Coughing up blood choke on pungent stench Murdering all snuffing out ya fake trends Haemophilic smell of blood on my breath Ignorant fu*ks mutilated with the text Channeling these demons then i sh*t em out Drop the evil faeces in my victims mouths Chew n swallow what im servin from my spitting bowels Like the depths of hell a guttural growl Join the bush pig cult without a doubt Worship my swollen meat like an stone tower Drink the vaginal blood as it leaks out In an orgy of gore were the most devout Herds of sheep Swallow the sh*t til they drown In the septic refuse That excretes from these clown mimics Your trying so hard to be underground b*tches So that's where your body parts can be found Ditches we dig for the fakers n snitches were Burning your house of cards down to the fukn ground Only devils know what I talk about Snuff porn gore hidden from the crowds Super real evil images so foul Encrypted knowledge liberated by the sound wa*king death on the battleground fu*k you dogs before i lay ya b*tches down Crush ya with my dick cos im well endowed Buried under boar semen spraying out