VOID PRIME
There ain't nothing we can't skin
Ask your mom, an' all'a god's kin
Me and the bois gonna take that win
For the hamst3r, me and Jup 'Lame' is nothin' but a sin!
Baby, there ain't no one soul comin'
So get on your knees and start right beggin'
Believe you me because this ain't frontin'
So stay there still and let me get rippin'!
Pull their teeth out-!
Fire their soul out-!
Blow them brains out-!
Make 'em shout loud-!
Put they guts up-!
Show 'em what's up-!
Put they skin up-!
Chop 'em all up-!
Break the bones up-!
Light the heads up-!
Rip 'em all up-!
Pop the eyes out-!
Lord, let us feed the flies with them!