Maggots Lyrics – Ware-Wolff
Singer: Ware-Wolff
Title: Maggots
The way to get rid of tension is to do just the opposite of all the things that cause it
Now what am I now? What could’ve been
Demons are filling my body with sin
I’m spitting the venom just like I’m a villain
Spilling, fulfilling, and killing I’m willing
Stab at the back and attack it again
I’m restraining my rife and my head when it spins
Collect another bag then I murder more
Bodies are hidden under the floorboards
Just watch me take ’em out, eyes shut now without a doubt
Find out what I’m all about, I’m just about to go all out
I feel I’m really finna kill, on the real with Cinikill
Always kill with the skill just to get the thrill it takes to chill
The cut we need thе sharpest, incision points with markers
I’m digging through your carcass, evil creeps lurk in thе darkness
I bathe in your dead mother with the blood from the others
Another brother now can suffer, getting smothered with its covers
f#ck you and the label and f#ck your whole crew
f#ck your producers and anal f#ck your b#tch too
Lyricism I’m ahead, just enough to phase ya
But what should we expect from the one they call The Gangster?
Control freak, faggot
You’re not fly, you’re a maggot
Give up your p#ss# habit, when b#tches see you they panic
At the disco, Cisco, f#cked you in the #ss with Crisco
When you fart you whistle
The pistol will burn your gristle
Control freak, faggot
You’re not fly, you’re a maggot
Give up your p#ss# habit, when b#tches see you they panic
At the disco, Cisco, f#cked you in the #ss with Crisco
When you fart you whistle
The pistol will burn your gristle
The Ace of Spades will melt your rotting albino scalp
Doctor Morrow needs help because he’s feeling himself
You’re pale as f#cking hell
Go outside and rebel
Fagattoid, you’re a pervert and everybody can tell
Tagging pre-teens in photos, all your stalkers are h#mos
Dispose of Bototo’s that probably were shipped to go-gos
Everybody is lying about your graphic design
After you hear this verse then commit suicide
I’m wondering what you’re watching, you’re weirder the Liberace
Rocking purple Versace, mobbing it in your Audi
c#ck circus is the purpose that record labels don’t purchase
More like pastrami curtains, you’re Bambi f#cking with serpents
So smile at the Belial thats forcing you in denial
You call yourself 〈friend trap?〉, it’s more like a caca pile
So quench my liquid stench, it makes your music intense
Control freak, faggot
You’re not fly, you’re a maggot
Give up your p#ss# habit, when b#tches see you they panic
At the disco, Cisco, f#cked you in the #ss with Crisco
When you fart you whistle
The pistol will burn your gristle
Control freak, faggot
You’re not fly, you’re a maggot
Give up your p#ss# habit, when b#tches see you they panic
At the disco, Cisco, f#cked you in the #ss with Crisco
When you fart you whistle
The pistol will burn your gristle
Gristle
f#cking, f#cking c#ck circus
You’re f#cking wack
You need to go smoke some crack
I can’t believe you
On the f#cking computer all day
You can’t wait for that sh#t
You can’t wait to go home and type
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