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violent eruption of purulent vaginal discharge - exulcerate lyrics

sitting in your church, praying to santa claus
not ever knowing that it is i who am the boss

i kick down the door of your church
stab an old lady, and steal her purse
babies start to cry and children start to run
no way out but past me, i trip them just for fun

begging for their life, they begin to cry
i tell them when they get to heaven, ask god why they had to die
bodies trampled, exits locked, they hit the floor
blood splatters all over the virgin mary wh-r-

i make sure before i leave, that every christian f-ck is dead
i spot one last kid alive and kick him real good in the head
i don’t like church, in fact i think that its pretty godd-mn g-y
for each one you build, i promise to take six hundred away

the blistering torment of christian suffering
the blistering torment of christian suffering

if you don’t take your f-g religion somewhere else
i’ll be the one who puts you in your own h-ll
chasing you down like the old school jason vorhees
soon it will be that i begin the suffering

from the backdoor, i come in while you sleep
inside your precious daughter, my c-ck goes deep
as you die helpless with your christian throat cut
you get to watch me turn your daughter into a sl-t
blood spills from my mouth as blood spills from your c-nt
where is your god to protect you from my hunt
as you lay there dying, you see your bloodline lost
my seed now in your child, i told you i’m the boss

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