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Slaughter thy poser I’m thrashing him down

Thrashing him into the ground

Slamming our sledges down on their heads

All posers soon will be dead

Slicing and cleaving, enjoying their pain

Carving our way to their brains

Inflicting our vengeance, their makeup’s' now blood

Feeding our dogs with their remains

Torturing them with our weapons of pain

All of their blood we will drain

A swing of our axe and off comes his head

All of the posers are dead

His head in a vice, it would be very nice

All posers will die by our hands

We’ll rip out their hair and burn out their eyes

All of their blood we demand

Slaughter thy poser I’m cracking his face

I’ll shatter his skull with my mace

Plunging our ice picks into their eyes

All of the posers will die

Slaughter thy poser I laugh as he begs

I’ll saw of his arms and his legs, you faggot

You poser, you cannot escape

Your head I will crush like a grape

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