Letras
Sirens fill the air, I'm just walking down to the curb
Black bag full of guts, not a scream is ever heard
Just a few more minutes and it's the worst ever disturbed
Weapon for every method is what I have herd
Violently swinging with a machete, you ain't ready for the blood work
Body convulsing as I went berserk, pounded mush your body jerk
Bleed you dry, I drink blood where the dead lurk
Gravestone at your home, it must be that work
Burn the body up, there ain't no residue
Smear my mask with the ash, preview of the next victim in there too
Anger in the eyes of all of you
Execution date pending, ain't none a clue
Someone call the neighbors, someone call for help
Massacre is happening and no one's getting out
Can't pick up the phone cause limbs lay about
Go ahead little bitch, just keep screaming out
Someone call the neighbors, someone call for help
Massacre is happening and no one's getting out
Can't pick up the phone cause limbs lay about
Go ahead little bitch, just keep screaming out
Now I got the barrel wedged deep inside your mouth
You wanna make a sound, but nothing will come out
Gotta hire a statistician to keep track of all my victims
Fuck, I need to stop and I'm searching for a reason
I open up my calendar, it reads killing season
Lot of black bags, so I swerve on down the road
I buy'em by the pallet load at the local Home Depot
Tell'em Vile sent you, you can use my discount code
Someone call the neighbors, someone call for help
Massacre is happening and no one's getting out
Can't pick up the phone cause limbs lay about
Go ahead little bitch, just keep screaming out
Someone call the neighbors, someone call for help
Massacre is happening and no one's getting out
Can't pick up the phone cause limbs lay about
Go ahead little bitch, just keep screaming out