Do The Charles Manson

(album: Rare Demos & Freestyles, Vol. 2 - 2001)

[*woman screaming*]
"The morbider the merrier"

Do the Charles Manson
Do the Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer
Uh, uh
"The morbider the merrier"

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
Taxing 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 bagging, niggas in my Dungeons and Dragon
Adventures, a fucking sicko on the sickest possible level
I'll eat your colon, cause I'm rolling with more Brothers than Neville
I had sex with all my ex hoes
Then I chopped off their legs and arms
Now all I got are human torsos
With a chainsaw, made for gore
To clean up the blood
I'll use your fucking face to mop the floor
So

Do the Charles Manson
Do the Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer
Uh, uh
"The morbider the merrier"

Do the Charles Manson
Do the Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer
Uh, uh
"The morbider the merrier"

The cannibal eats a maggot, I gay bash a faggot
I knock boots with dirty prostitutes like Jimmy Swaggart
Yo, I'm uncurable like AIDS
I can't wait to self-mutilate myself with razor blades
Blood and guts, blood and guts, Mooney's body bagging
They're coming to take me away-ahah!
Straight to the paddy wagon
Because they found my dead body shredders
Now I'll be blending your Achilles tendon
While I'm sending some letters
To your family kid, letting them know I got rid
Of your body after I chopped ya 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 warrior's leaving niggas in a state of euphoria
Back in the days, when it came to punks, I sticked 'em
But nowadays the ghoul eats the flesh of his victims
So, word to the lizard, this nigga's absurd
From January to December: I'm leaving niggas dismembered
Bitches get beaten, long live the cretin
Got dead bodies dried and cured ready to be eaten
With a knife and a fork, for any punk in New York
Take mines, and I'll have to outline your body with chalk
So

Do the Charles Manson
Do the Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer
Uh, uh
"The morbider the merrier"

Do the Charles Manson
Do the Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer
Uh, uh
"The morbider the merrier"

Mad Mooney's macabre
I got the ski mask for whenever I rob
I'll come through your sink like The fucking Blob
The silent, violent, ghoul is cruel
My mind is darker, than 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 bum playing guitar
While girls lose their virginity in the backseat of my car
I went to Killers Anonymous, for my addiction
I'm Santa Claus wishing you a Merry Crucifixion

Do the Charles Manson
Do the Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer

Do The Charles Manson
Do The Jeffrey Dahmer
Uh, uh

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!