Wall of Flesh Lyrics

Crack the dome

I brutalize till I see your frontal lobe

Eat the flesh

I season the meat with some chupa hueso

Fuck my soul

I don't wanna clock in tomorrow for work

Rather rip your skin apart like I reside in candle cove

Crack the dome

I brutalize till I see your frontal lobe

Eat the flesh

I season the meat with some chupa hueso

Fuck my soul

I don't wanna clock in tomorrow for work

Rather rip your skin apart like I reside in candle cove

She like it when I drool when i'm inside her fallopian

You say your in your days I don't give a shit sit on my face

Let it rain

I wanna drink blood and get that rust taste

And if she got a mood I go to the store for Ferrero Rocher

I'm a nasty muthafucker don't care if my hands dirty

Mutilate the guts, twist my tongue until I pop cherry

As I eat the broad, she starts to cry but I don't show mercy

When i'm finished with your walls i'm gonna look alike Carrie

Crack the dome

I brutalize till I see your frontal lobe

Eat the flesh

I season the meat with some chupa hueso

Fuck my soul

I don't wanna clock in tomorrow for work

Rather rip your skin apart like I reside in candle cove

Crack the dome

I brutalize till I see your frontal lobe

Eat the flesh

I season the meat with some chupa hueso

Fuck my soul

I don't wanna clock in tomorrow for work

Rather rip your skin apart like I reside in candle cove

Chomping on yo flesh I think I might need me some floss

Tissue and marrow is on my plate covered in sauce

My esophagus is filled up with yo ligaments

Biome of my gut is made from nothing but yo hearts

Cutthroat really wanna cut on yo face

Cum hoe really wanna nut in yo face

Slut hole really my favorite place

In a maze of the glaze imma ejaculate

I spray on the mothers and daughters aye

I never let a hoe bother me

Rippin a pound weed

Rippin thru galaxies head to Uranus and sodomy

Spit it I live it and don't lack

Getting the figures and that pack

Nut got the sim and now you cannot call pigs

And we taking you off the grid ain't going back

Spit it I live it and don't lack

Getting the figures and that pack

Nut got the sim and now you cannot call pigs

And we taking you off the grid ain't going back

Chomping on yo flesh I think I might need me some floss

Tissue and marrow is on my plate covered in sauce

My esophagus is filled up with yo ligaments

Biome of my gut is made from nothing but yo hearts

Cutthroat really wanna cut on yo face

Cum hoe really wanna nut in yo face

Slut hole really my favorite place

In a maze of the glaze imma ejaculate

I spray on the mothers and daughters aye

I never let a hoe bother me

Rippin a pound weed

Rippin thru galaxies head to Uranus and sodomy