Christian Olde Wolbers - Worship The Animal lyrics

"Listen. Please listen. If you don't, if you won't, you fail to understand, I'm the same incredible terror that's menacing me will strike in you!" I'm ?? out Flossing like low flies Juggling chainsaws at the audience Seat belt them both in dead, and torch their whip You getting clipped like Kostigen f** the ?? sh** The recoil hit me hard with the horse's kick The vault was hit I want all of it Book his coffin pissed I'm drowning escorts in sinks Tossing clips I'm selling guns out the back of a trunk with ?? The coven called me in You all get hit Murks outside heavy on the sauce run in your crib, offer hits I'll hang you upside down over a bathtub and gut your sausage links Dipped in angel piss like dust blunts Completed hits I go on one for fun and brush up A ruthless Sicilian goon like ?? I rap in ?? and rugs for Russia And choke out my kid's mother I go to the lab blood drunk A black trinity, I snatch Billie Jeans Take out rats with half a ton car bombs that collapse city streets like seismic activity Nylon stockings bonding knots in hands Applying palms to glands I'm tying blondes in gags I rock slaughter over flocks of lambs Blue heaven sky flying is not the plan I was at the foot of the cross, trying not to laugh I spit like a new born crack baby, crying dropped in trash I advocate violence and d**, overdose and die rap Formaldehyde dime sets Assisted suicide packs Shoot this dope sh** up and lie back Everybody fight back f** ya life I want my fans hanging live cats [Repeat] Groupies talked into s**ing lines back Convulsion and film it Filth, flow with emotional illness Psychosis is brilliant Demonic compulsion to k** it I choke the vanilla skin, pulse is the stillest Dead hitchhikers soaked in distillates Supercoven cult, the goat's in the building I'm so over this People I live with looking like dead goats and some children Depressed like Robert Smith I wouldn't climb down off this rope for a million I wait for the windmills to whisper I spit enough bile to fill a blister I'll k** your litter If you front on me I'll k** your sister (He didn't stab them, he didn't shoot them, he didn't hit them over.. He strangled them.. Why..Why strangle them? When you strangle somebody that's close and impersonal. You can feel their life. Have you ever had a man who put his hands around your throat? "Tried to. I maced him." You maced him?.. He could strangle her right there, drag her across here, pose her towards the east, put her face down, go back in the room, clean up his business.)