[Verse 1: Ware-Wolff]

It's the motherfucking veteran, I'm ever so infamous

Just use a sluts face every time I gotta take a piss

A lot of people don't believe about the shit I've said

None of them believe it that I've fuckin' been to Hell

A lot of people can't stand me or wish that I was dead

People packin' heat wanna fill me full of lead

Well, go ahead you bitches, make sure they silver though

I ain't backing down, already got too many foes

Here to let you all know that this shit's about to blow

And it ain't gonna stop until we get some brains exposed

Bash your cunts face, smearing blood all over the walls

Like to fuck a meatball with my furry wolf balls

As she kicks and screams I still proceed

To fill her full of cream and make her twat bleed (Ha)

Rip all of the fetuses from all the wounds (Hahaha)

Wanna know why I enjoy killing babies?

Abrazing, shady, stabbing a pregnant lady

Lives are fading, Hell's awaiting, I'm being paid for the slayings

And I pray and comtemplating how it feels when I'm flaming

Draw on the taming, none are phasing

A pregnant cunt on the table, I strap her body down stable

Rip out umbilical cables, I'm willing, killing and able

Like I'm psychotic as I'm labeled, all the deaths to be painful

Cracking babies skulls in the soft spots like jabbing spider brains

I'm dripping and I'm doused from all the fucking blood stains

Splattering fluids all over the scenery

Dumping the bodies and shredding machineries

Watch out you motherfuckers, here we come, the raunchiest

The hauntiest ill killers that you ever might witness

Get turned in a tourniquette, yo, we out here burning shit

The fire flames as we spit and grappling the mic, this is it

[Verse 2: Gorewhore]

I use big-ass straws to suck out your eye sockets

Five of your fingers are chilling in each of my front pockets

I have use for them, they teach kids how to count

If I were ever feeding your meat ounce by ounce

I get off on feeding you to my guests at dinner

Putting whiskey with your organs in my kitchen blender

Dripping every bit of you till the last drop

Love how gore tastes, I can never stop

The ones about the story I lured real close

Smash 'em upside their head and hang 'em out to decomposed

I know it's kinda nasty but I walk up and sniff 'em

I keep 'em as trophies, I can never diss 'em

I stomp, slaughter the four funnies no more

There's a loud knock at the door, oh shit, it's Gorewhore

[Verse 3: Snuffa Kunt]

Yeah, Snuffa Kunt, let me give a try at this

Yo, yo, I'm death, yeah you heard me

See me in the darkness holding a knife all bloody

A horror story motherfucker, riding way more gory

Blow me like a hormone inside your body, ask for weed

Ware-Wolff, Gorewhore, Snuffa Kunt

Na na na, keep that as your Christian taunt

I'll give you what you want, spraying blood into the crowd

Now you're drenched when you hear the pistol click-clack-pow

What's up now, I'll leave you bleeding in a ditch

I wanted people to see your dead body so I show your kid

The images left printed in his mind

Cut his skin off because his flesh is mine

One of a kind, I am not a nice guy

If I pray I hold my middle fingers to the sky

[Verse 4: Ware-Wolff]

Stomping my enemies, smashing to smithereens

In penetentaries I am the bilastine

Going in to pick a star of fuckers like a piggy

I'm always getting really giddy when I got no weapons with me

Stabbing them into the neck of an officer

Slice and the dust fall all out like a slaughterer

See us store shit, gore shit, I need more shit

Gorewhore shit, stabbing in an orifice

Torque it, scoring until I'm getting bored of it

Poor bitch, no one put us just to see the porn in it

Carving 'em into pieces like we're [Betty Bach-ing?] it

And give 'em the mic and rip 'em off like they were rocking it

Shocking it, stalking it like I'm giving a fuck with it

Pocket it, I'm docking it, like really rocking it

Shit, bitch