Correction Lyrics Lord Of Plagues by Gore Elohim

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This ain't rap, this is motion pictures, goon cinema
Blood Tsunami, newest elixirs, rumors I f*cked sisters
Get Down, you, me, dupree on a key
Brooklyn sanitation, the homie, he walks like a G
Hearts freeze when I'm axing your chest like Paul Allen
Huey Lewis, background all static
Hashem on two medallions
Infamy, with the corpse paint like Euronymous
Killer purple petite, Brittany Murphy coffin, we droppin' it
The rap urologist, I don't do this for horror
A scumbag behind the scenes like I'm Abel Ferarra
Hit the pine box, me in a cable and fly socks
Pimpin' meth sluts in Billabong shirts and hi tops
Homie, kill money! Keep a G pack in the poncho
Rappers chopped up, I copped the newest freezer from Coscos
Nothing change, got the Buick with the seats pulled out
Runnin' lip, talkin' shit, until the heat comes out
Goonish intellect, we turnin' your movement to Virginia tech
Supercoven, my bitches are witchy leave you soakin' wet
Moribund, stab you sixty times for amusement, illuminous
I'm the truth homie like Manson acoustic

Lord of plagues- Descend into the fires of true laws
Lord of Plagues- The prophecy has come, the sign is at the door
Lord of plagues- Inside the mind, I'm lost inside my only war
Lord of plagues- Empower me, kill again, my only reward
Lord of plagues- Descend into the fires of true laws
Lord of Plagues- The prophecy has come, the sign is at the door
Lord of plagues- Inside the mind, I'm lost inside my only war
Lord of plagues- Empower me, kill again, my only reward

Giggle at funerals, immune to painMy shooters are strange
Execution style - bag over the head, I decorate your brains
Thanatology stains, I got an iced out straw
The work is too raw, my grimace when I sip her brains
This is project rap, hail the custodian
Got thuns with masks who run in your crib and stain linoleum
I'm undisputed, I'm putrid, I'm one with the mucous like Rugers
Replay the rape of your shooting, cerebral mass contusions
No Bloopers, Mexican goons; pure rapists
The smile of an inverted sadist, murder entertainment players
White slavery, it keeps the fam on the grind, I got white bitches impaled from their tits just like Amanda Bynes
No conscience, I'm bonkers when I'm back in the temple, Joe Spinell part 2, got the mannequins in the rental
The black shaman, intestines, like ramen, the kids xanadu, let's have a toast, yo by the way I ship international
Some Catholic school girls on the mattress; a born activist
Four states, we ration body parts in pretty packages
Actual facts, braces and big tits all natural
Another dead dancer gets unnoticed, unmatchable

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