Hammer Smashed Face

By Toecutta

On Much Gore

Released on September 29, 2013

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[Intro]

Toecutta, Much Gore

I'm dishing [?] to your fucking skull

So I can suck the breed of organic, while I'm patiently waiting for your corpse to inflate

[?] of gases escape from your cracked dome


[Hook: Toecutta (x2)]

Hammer smashing whores' faces

Cave it in with more tension your braces tore

Hammers tear away your [?] braces

Bestill your little cunt, my [?], I'm brainless

Like [?] brain which I goal [?] decapitated


[Verse 1: Toecutta]

Strapped and [?] cracked [?], you're in for a blissful exhumation

You're bludgeoned and pained behind these walls of enslavement

Fractured faces cracked with maces

I'm shattering every fragment of this skull full of maggots

The [?] scratches 'till they hatch

Bodies stashed in secret passages

Within my gore lab are evoking in tombs of the mutilated mess

I sit and spit madness

While I rage your body's battered and raped, the faceless cadaver

I see the reflection of Dahmer when I'm starting to carve you

My sickness is worse than AIDS, cunt, you don't wanna catch it

I take an aim cave your face, straight in with a hatchet

Faces are bashed in, and every single human interaction

Watching craniums explode with lobes getting packed in

My sexual attraction, the putrefied brains liquefied in your crushed skull

Make my soul blacken as I die inside

I'm a gore junky with a deathwish

I still like rot dead flesh, I got a fetish for that shit

Your face is defragmented and collected

I rub shit in the gaping wounds left like anti-septic, spreading infection

I love the blood splatters on your blue complexion

Creating pretty paintings on the wall in red, when your head's collected

I've gone insane, I'm using victim's brains as fingerpaint

Staring at my neighbors through skin, I've stretched over my new coat of paint

I just might invite one to my house for a dinner date, where death awaits them

Their rightful place is on my dinner plate

I entertain demons with tunes

Lay out the murdered vertebrae, wasted eternal pain

Head to the furnace where I burn my pray

Open the cranium and use a spoon to scoop out, serve the brains

I'm talking two meat chunks of brain matter from your sunken face