Slaughter thy poser I'm thrashing him down.
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Thrashing him into the ground.
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Slamming our sledges down on their heads.
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All posers soon will be dead.
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Slicing and cleaving, enjoying their pain.
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Carving our way to their brains.
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Inflicting our vengeance, their makeup's' now blood.
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Feeding our dogs with their remains.
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Torturing them with our weapons of pain.
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All of their blood we will drain.
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A swing of our axe and off comes his head.
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All of the posers are dead.
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His head in a vice, it would be very nice.
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All posers will die by our hands.
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We'll rip out their hair and burn out their eyes.
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All of their blood we demand.
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Slaughter thy poser I'm cracking his face
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I'll shatter his skull with my mace
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Plunging our ice picks into their eyes
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All of the posers will die
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Slaughter thy poser I laugh as he begs
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I'll saw of his arms and his legs, you faggot
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You poser, you cannot escape
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Your head I will crush like a grape.
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Slaughter Thy Poser
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