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SICK MOTHER FUCKER

by Grim TheRapist

on Therapist's Mind 2/3

[Verse 1: Grim
Rape]
Attack whores to create actual gore graphics without the absence of compassion
Relax given plastic-wrapped hags, piggybacks, the acid basses
Skitzo therapist, sadists of sick, addict for death and sadness
Practice dark magic in torture tactics with rancid hands crafting
The hatchets, icepicks, nice bats, vice grips and axes
Bitch strapped to a bed in an abandoned attic, raped by a satanic savage
Lick a matchstick on the gas [?] mattress
Theme for spastic screams of manikin actress from a horror classic
Dingles [?] from flaccid in the lamb's skin prophylactic
Climaxes gooshy gashes splash and spit
Lungs collapsed like a tire flat slow with molasses drips
While I'm romantically necromancer, clit lips sip on her nipples
Nibble on her ripped tits, crack a sternum for the chest
Retracted of vet, slip my fist through her ribs
Massage the heart with my fingertips, feel the lapstick and tighten my grip
Crevice is packed with excrement to prove I give a shit
[?] of flesh is cracked and stripped, snap her back like a red tractor
Blades digs stomach fat and leaves the skin flat like a wombat
Smash the skull until her mouth spits like a [?]
Crack the face mass with skin grass from the headless lag
Anal blast her dissected lower half
Dead ass passes gas through in sex with the cadaver
Dressed in the gland bag, compressed in a trash compactor
That's the aftermath from my unnatural disasters
I'm psychopathic, dark matter, nothing matters
[?] skull shattered, brain matter and splattered
Bladders to this demonic mad hatter
Rotten remains scattered, flame this insane bastard
[?] bad half raptor, embalmed Jacob's ladder
Hang em backwards from Heaven's rafters to snatch the souls of the raptured
Clipping the wings, adding strings for this puppet master
Legs fractured, no escape from capture
Harbored to be tortured and battered by this unholy pastor
Scalpel slices like a hot knife through butter
I will make you s-s-s-s-stutter
At the side of your dead mother in her bed
Barely covered by her blood-soaked comforter, you can tell I loved her
The way I smothered her in cum butter, and big off for hunters
I'm a motherfuck, she [?] guttered slut
She awoke, slit her throat right after busting my nut
Whores slithered up than vomit and chunks
As the blade plunged inside her guts