Do the Charles Manson

[Hook] I'm all about America... Do the Charles Manson Do the Jeffrey Dahmer Do The Charles Manson Do The Jeffrey Dahmer Do The Charles Manson Do The Jeffrey Dahmer Oh, OH I'm all about America... [Necro] It's the corpse winder ya can't handle my rugged rape I shut bitches up, with strips of masking tape Ever since the pestilence invaded me I started to decapitate, motherfuckers that hated me And, I'll murder you in cold blood for your rent Taxin' so many people, niggas think I'm the president So vote, or kid I'll cut your throat with the scalpel Then feast on the human flesh of a priest in a chapel Filled with ghouls, your blood crunches I'm body baggin', niggas in my Dungeons and Dragons Adventures, a fuckin' sicko on the sickest possible level I'll eat your colon, cause I'm rollin' with my mother's [?] I had sex with all my ex hoes Then I chopped off their legs and are Now all I got are human torsos With a chainsaw, made for gore To clean up the blood I'll use your fuckin' face to mop the floor So... [Hook x2 (Hook missing the first "I'm all about America"] [Necro] I cannibal leaf a maggot I gay bash a faggot I knock boots with dirty prostitutes like Jimmy Swaggart Yo, I'm incurable like AIDS I can't wait to self-mutilate myself with razor blades Blood and guts, blood and guts, Mooney's body baggin' They're comin' to take me wah-ahah! Straight to the paddy wagon Because they found my dead body shredded Now I'll be blunt in your Achilles tendon Well I'm sending some letters To your family kid, letting them know I got rid Of your body after I chopped you like a squid Then straight to the garbage bag, another dead fag for the garbage man So carry the body to the garbage can When it comes to another murderer kid I'm gorier The Warriors, leavin' niggas in a state of euphoria Back in the days when it came to punks I stick them But nowadays the Ghoul eat the flesh of his victim So, word to the lizard, this nigga's absurd From January to December I'm leavin' niggas dismembered Bitches get beaten, long live the cretin Got dead bodies rot and cured ready to be eaten With a knife and a fork, for any punk in New York Take mine, and I'll have to outline your body in chalk [Hook x2 (Hook missing the first "I'm all about America"] [Necro] Mad Mooney's [?] I got the ski mask, I'm wonderful I'll rob; I'll come through your sink like the fucking Blob The silent, violent, Ghoul is cruel My mind is darker, then Clive Barker The motherfucking stalker, sporting a parka Blood stain where human remains A Tec-9 I pack when I hijack planes So ashes to ashes, dust to dust I'll admit, I'll shit, and I'll spit on your grave in disgust So rest in pain, the human remain releases The type of shit to leave any nigga resting in pieces I clock loot, like a punk playing a guitar While girls loose their virginity in the backseat of my car I went to Killers Anonymous, for my addiction I'm Santa Clause wishing you a Merry Crucifixion [Hook (Hook missing the first "I'm all about America"] [Necro] Mad Mooney kid Mad Mooney kid Mad Mooney kid Mad Mooney kid Mad Mooney kid Mad Mooney kid I'm gonna chop you up I'm gonna chop you up I'm gonna chop you up!