Do the charles manson lyrics

Artist  : Necro 
Song : Do the charles manson
 

[Chorus]
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...

[Necro]
It`s the corpse winder ya can`t handle my rugged
rape
I shut bitches off, 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 enavel
I had sex with all my ex hoes
Then I chopped off there 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...

[Chorus x2 (Chorus missing the first "I`m
all about America"]

[Necro]
I cannibal leaf a maggot
I gay bash a faggot
I knock boots with dirty prostitutes than 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 Patty wagon
Because they found my dead body shredded
Now I`ll be blunt and your killing`s tended
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

[Chorus x2 (Chorus missing the first "I`m
all about America"]

[Necro]
Mad Mooney`s mecol
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 Clyde Faulker
The motherfucking stalker, sporting a parka
Blood stain where human remains
A Teck-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 may main 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 wishin` you a Merry Crucifixion

[Chorus (Chorus missing the first "I`m all
about America"]

[Necro]
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!