Sorcerers Of Gore Lyrics

[Verse 1: Swann]
Firmly grip on my machete and start with that evil laughter
Like to talk shit, tie you, I feed you my fecal matter
A sick f*ck don't mention a malteagle listening
Tryna fulfill the temptation of finding what my sickness is
Hear no voices with no plaster on my eardrums
Can't say they whisperin', wishin' that they would speak louder
I got my own thoughts, I go off by myself
A lone sorcerer with black magic out the depths of hell
Slapped the Devil, took his horn, he tryna take it back
No hesitation, now Greedy gave him another slap
Conquered his planet with words of wisdom I split a minute
Keep me disinvested, I trippin' this so cool competition
I must be crazy if I'm saying kill 'em all
My machete gettin' crazy from makin' it way too long
Same spell that I'm castin', overpowering simpletons
When lightning strike harder than most, now watch me finish him

[Chorus: Tom Vujcic]
Oh, we'll eat your skull! The Sorcerers of Gore!
Demonic carnivores from the realms of nevermore!
Dismember your torn skull! Decapitate you slow!
Our blood, that's it for y'all! Embrace my wrath!

[Verse 2: Gamble the Greedy Grin]
Thinkin' ahead and my cranium's warped
I got a skull full of maggots with a cannibal corpse I was butchered at birth by my devilish force
Now I'm f*ckin' a dead bitch and she got genital wart (Rat)
Knock knock, never open the door for a stranger with a sickle that just came from the morgue
I'm a fiend for your blood and I'm a suck her for gore
Now she layin' face first and there blood on the floor
But I'm thirsty for more, dog, this ain't quenching my thirst
I can take you six feet deep, just hop in a hearse
I'm a dead man walking, but yeah, we all are
There ain't no way that we escaping the curse from the Army of Darkness
Chop knives that I carve with, you lookin' like Sharon Tate when I f*ck up the carcass
I'm stabbin' a starfish, I'm chewin' through cartilage
With goopy spread in my bed, they ready for bondage (Rat!)
[Chorus: Tom Vujcic]
Oh, we'll eat your skull! The Sorcerers of Gore!
Demonic carnivores from the realms of nevermore!
Dismember your torn skull! Decapitate you slow!
Our blood, that's it for y'all! Embrace my wrath!

[Verse 3: Tom Vujcic]
Blasphemous and homicidal!
Put a full axe right through your spinal!
Domestic flu please wait for two thousand years!
Bow to your cranium as we march to the chilling seals

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