We'll be right back.
It's the Corpse Minder, you 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.
Taxing so many people, niggas think I'm the president, so vote.
Or kid, I'll cut your throat with a scalpel and feast on the human flesh of a priest in a chapel.
To the ghouls, your blood crunches, I'm body bagging.
Niggas in my dungeons and dragging inventions.
A * sickle on the sickle.
Most possible level, I'll eat your colon, cause I'm rolling with more brothers than Neville.
I had sex with all my ex-hoes, they're not chopped off their legs and arms.
Though all I got are human torsos with a chainsaw made for gore.
To clean up the blood, I'll use your * face to mop the floor, so.
Do the Charles Manson, do the Jeffrey Dahmer.
Do the Charles Manson, do the Jeffrey Dahmer.
Do the Charles Manson, do the Jeffrey Dahmer.
Do the Charles Manson, do the Jeffrey Dahmer.
Do the Charles Manson, do the Jeffrey Dahmer.
Do the Charles Manson, do the Jeffrey Dahmer.
Uh, uh, the mold of blood's in there.
The cannibal eats a maggot, I gay-bash a faggot.
I knock boots with dirty prostitutes like Jimmy Swaggart.
Yo, I'm uncurable like AIDS.
I can't wait to self-mutilate myself with razorblades.
Blood and guts, blood and guts, Moody's body bagging.
They're coming to take me away, ha ha ha, straight to the platywagon.
Because they found my dead body shredders.
Now I'll be burning your Achilles tendon while I'm sending some letters to your family, kid.
Letting them know I got rid of your blood.
Your body after I chopped it like a squid, then straight to the garbage bag.
Another dead bag for the garbage man, so carry the body to the garbage can.
When it comes to another murderer, kid, I'm gorier.
The warriors leaving niggas in the state of euphoria.
Back in the days when it came to punks, I sticked them.
But nowadays, the ghoul eats the flesh of his victim.
So, word to the lizard, this nigga's absurd.
From January to December, I'm leaving niggas dismembered.
Bitches get beaten, long live the cretin.
Got dead bodies dried and cured, ready to be eaten.
With a knife and a fork.
For any punk in New York, take mine.
Then I'll have to outline your body with chalk.
Do the Charles Manson, do the Jeffrey Dahmer.
Uh, uh, the mode of London air.
Do the Charles Manson, do the Jeffrey Dahmer.
Uh, uh, the mode of London air.
Man, the mood is macabre.
I got the ski mask for whenever I rob.
I'll come through your sink.
Like the * blob.
The silent violent ghoul is cool.
My mind is darker than Clive Parker.
The motherfucking stalker sporting a parka.
Bloodstained by human remains.
A technon I pack when I hijack planes.
So air * to air *, dust to dust.
I'll admit, I'll * and I'll spit on your grave in disgust.
So rest in pain, the human remain releases.
The type of * to leave any nigga resting in pieces.
I clock loot like a bum playing guitar.
While girls lose their virginity in the backseat of my car.
I went to Killers Anonymous.
For my addiction.
I'm Santa Claus wishing you a merry-gooza fiction.
Do the Charles Manson, do the Jeffrey Dahmer.
Uh, uh, Mad Mooney did.
Mad Mooney did.
Mad Mooney did.
Mad Mooney did.
Mad Mooney did.

I'm gonna chop you up.
I'm gonna chop you up.
I'm gonna chop you up.