Murder Company

A hardened predeator - wicked tag team They drifted across the south Born to be lose & live to be killed I had nothing but pure hatred ! Killing someone is just walking outdoors Three hundred murder through out the land Creepy male hooker - sexual abuser Necrophilia - two of a kind Fed up with " christ " Three hundred murder Again they set out on the road One eyed killer And male prostitute Again they set out on the road ... Again

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Hello, from the gutter of "New York City" - A son of Sam "Sam", my father needs some blood To preserve his youth I love to hunt, prowling the streets Looking for your tasty meat Keep out of my way Or you will die! Here we go now, yeah! Hello, from the gutter of "New York City" - A son of Sam Demons commanded me To kill by this 44 I'm on a different wave lenght Than everybody else Keep out of my way Or you will die! Kill for master "Sam" In this hole lives wicked king Breed from my master "Sam" I'm a son of a gun 44 Caliber killer

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025