Inheritors - Chainsaw Massacre

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Hiding in the basement Living in the slaughterhouse Growing in the wrong direction His mental left behind Welcome to hell, there is no sins to punish God is not here to help, you wish, you rather die Like a spike in a flesh Slice in your skin Cut off your legs You can feel the pain Blurry vision, Sally is dead Run out of blood Cannibal, Psycho killer Your fingers in a soup Chainsaw Massacre No chance to escape, no one can hide Chainsaw Massacre No chance to escape, no one can fight This is the story about inbred child who lives with his wheelchaired mama Chainsaw, dead bodies everywhere Massacre, on a summertime Chainsaw, is a bloodbath, honey Massacre, on an August 18th Ed Gein is gonna fuck you up
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