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dungeon slaves - ware-wolff lyrics

[chorus: ware*wolff]
got dungeon slaves culled in my torture room (room)
all the different ways i just leads you to doom (doom)
eyeb*lls, organs, blood, skin and brains (brains)
women in stress hung up on metal chains (chains)
got dungeon slaves culled in my torture room (room)
all the different ways i just leads you to doom (doom)
eyeb*lls, organs, blood, skin and brains (brains)
women in stress hung up on metal chains (chains)

[verse 1: roly play]
dungeon slaves, i put them in a f*cking steel cage
lock them up, tied and beat you up like ben paige
f*ck your age, i’m on a rage
whip your p*ssy with a branch of sage
you’ll die of old age
b*tch, if you don’t f*ck anybody that’s how the game is played
can’t hеar you scream, it’s like you’re in a bad drеam
locked away for days like guantanamo bay
on a single island, you can’t find your way out
’cause i threw the key away, your p*ssy is on display
i leak it and kiss it and then drop my knife in it
stab the bl**dy meat with the back end of a hammer
then slam her up against a wall and make her l!ck my b*lls
this b*tch was a c*nt i seen walking in the mall
spark it, i gotta catch ’em all for my private collection
i make you meek little b*tches suck my f*cking erection
i love the ones with a white complexion
i got a lot of tools that i love to hit my slaves with fool
i’m a f*cking savage when it comes to the porcelain skins
i like to begin by f*cking torturing you with the bats and spikes and paddles with nails
f*ck it if you yell and cry, b*tch you gonna die
that’s a lie, dragging your c*nt rag over to the bench
so i can hit you with a wrench you f*cking wench
i hacked her head, fell back so hard i snapped her neck
“oh sh*t, my bad”, she collapsed on the cold floor
that’s when i got my shiv and started stabbing up the wh0re
like a hunter to its prey, you can’t pray now, it’s too late for that
’cause i’m spitting in your gaping crack
she’s biting her lips ’cause the pain feels good, not wack
her tender ass flesh, i’ma f*ck it like i should
blazing*ass blood, cut up in this c*nt till it’s red and raw
feel my vicious impact ’cause the dungeon slaves never get any type of slack
[chorus: ware*wolff]
got dungeon slaves culled in my torture room (room)
all the different ways i just leads you to doom (doom)
eyeb*lls, organs, blood, skin and brains (brains)
women in stress hung up on metal chains (chains)
got dungeon slaves culled in my torture room (room)
all the different ways i just leads you to doom (doom)
eyeb*lls, organs, blood, skin and brains (brains)
women in stress hung up on metal chains (chains)

[verse 2: ware*wolff]
bow down to me, got you all in my command
and b*tch, while you’re at it, suck my d*ck as i demand
i hit it from the back then i hit it from the front
then strap you down, putting razor blades in your c*nt
whipping out the hooks, took your p*ssy on each end
rip and pull the cl*t apart, tearing through the skin
beating off to the cries, how they can’t stand it no more
f*ck ’em in the c*nt with a knife, b*tch, we hardcore
f*cking b*tches abortion, never before
naked bodies passing out, [with the?] seizures on the floor
stabbing b*tches in the tits with a double*sided dagger
looking over the pit full of all the cadavers
i’m k!lling b*tches off, ripping, tearing through their jaw
f*cking hannibal sh*t, eating organs and all
gnawing on the mandible, the cannibal feasts
with pretty faces looking good, enough for me to f*cking eat
the canines pierce through her whole f*cking face
like a bear trap attached, fur is added in place
now i suck her face so hard i sucked the brains through her nostrils
the life leaves her eyes out the nose, all the blood spills
so many b*tches gone and it’s time to get another
approach her with a scalpal, i’m an eyeball plucker
make an incision and dig out her ovaries
open gash from her ass, eaten out like groceries
sadomas murdering women just for the fun
press my d*ck against her head just like it was a loaded gun
strap her down on the table and now it’s time to f*ck her meat raw
destroying the p*ssy, sawing it down with a chainsaw
blood is gushing out and overflowing to the floor
you motherf*cking wh0re, you’re an offer to the gorehouse
i’ll grab and force her over to the wall where she stands
shoot a spear right through her head, her brains on the end
[chorus: ware*wolff]
got dungeon slaves culled in my torture room (room)
all the different ways i just leads you to doom (doom)
eyeb*lls, organs, blood, skin and brains (brains)
women in stress hung up on metal chains (chains)

[outro: ware*wolff]
dungeon slaves (slaves)

- ware wolff lyrics

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