[Ill Bill]
I sent you all to Satan
Sent you to the devil, decapitated
Splattered, degraded
Rather amazing matters of hatred
Manifestation
The cannibal data related to random standards in cases
 [bad word] #39; [bad word] stabbed in they faces
Buckets of acid
Hitchhike with [bad word] in traffic
I'm stuck on a path where the [bad word] is nothing but tragic
My outward appearance is nothing but average
Inside of my brain [bad word] the primary function is madness
Torture these traitors
Put their blow torches to faces
Corpses in my basement
Torsoes are my favorite
Autopsy's invigorating
Killing you is refreshling and liberating
Playing with the dead is extensively titilating
Humans are extremely expensive but really tasty
Sell you on the Black Market in pieces to anybody who pays me
Limited quantity
Culinary sodomy
Unique cuisine, delicacy
The ultimate equality

[Necro]
I'm Ogrish
As vulgar as you can get
Cut out your [bad word] 
My cult of the dead
Eats from your skull
Pulverize like a vulture's molars
My goal is dicing up Cindy Margolis
And placing her flesh on slices and servin' you hemoglobinisis
Its priceless
I'm savage, artistic like the vampire of Paris
Sadistic
Start a campfire
Reminisce of massacres lifted
Blast through a pillow
I'm a sick [bad word] like Andre Chikatilo
Slay the padre
Watch the silhouette of a killer glow
Dusted like Repka's artwork
Like Carcass' "Heartwork"
Like an aardvark searchin' through organs like carparts rockin' a Cardhardt
Ritual sacrifice is human appetizers
I capitilize on this cannibalism violence advertisements
My cypher of tyrants are trifer than pirates
Like lifers that killed wifey with knives
violent viking's in Ice Age
Smacking Satan
Invading your crib like Patrick Bateman
With a hatchet waiting making a theatric statement

[Goretex]
They call me Fondlecorpse
Cater for every occasion
Home invasion
Cavin' in brains
That's what I call entertainment
Anachronistic
Wit' two biscuits that clip through your discus
The gore grinder
Cause I'm down to the last 6 on my hit-list
I'm a sick kid
Pieces of skull and blood on my ticksis
Too much brown acid
Used to be in love with the business of killings
This vision is scalvaged for nothing
Venison victim
Buried face down
You're similar to a [bad word] who takes it in him
Basically a waste of skin
I've returned and sent him a telegram
body count with two legs
Shattered next to the hexagram
My ??
I make like squeaky and stab it
My circle fam is supreme bandits
Murdered like speed handlers
Dirt on the canvas
Torso [bad word] shorter than Danzig
Saw off your legs and walk on your hands like you was dancin'
March of the pigs
Newest shipments
Cartons and wigs
The killer's smile
You know the symptoms when the coughing begins

[Mr. Hyde]
The prince of evil [bad word] 
Cut you [bad word] into cutlets
You [bad word] #39; [bad word] punks
bunch of [bad word] that'll suck [bad word] 
We bust clips at cops
And [bad word] kids with Glocks
We'll [bad word] in the ox of puss, drips and drops
Rockin' bloody bone chains and veins
My cult's strange
Known to indulge in pain
Crack skulls, expose brains
While God's forsaken me there's carcass cooking in my bakery
Scraping off your skin and string it up my wall as drapery
Dramatically battering you
Emphatically splattering you
Sporadically ravaging like a scavanger do
Sharpen claws
Ripped and tore your [bad word] 
You're dead and sure to twitch, [bad word] 
Your blood and [bad word] is pouring out of every [bad word] 
Corpse grisly and grim
I use my scissors to trim
The blue corset from the host
As I efficiently skin
Spin the record around
I chop your ventricles down
You'll see my tentacles found you
Now you enter the ground