satan's call

leave em inna box let the motherfucker rott nobodys ever gonna check this spot out in the woods with his brains for a brunch as his girlfriends twaut fer lunch these plastic motha fuckaz dont dig my shit won't play my shit so fuck you bitch carnage out tha half shelf shredderin searchin an killin me a motha fuckin rat fuck you too, I hate you snitch go digga grave an die up in it dive up in it- - snapping yer neck bone an spinal in half nobody cares haha fuck you pay