The Last 100 Days of Sodom Goretex

[Verse 1: Goretex]
Anybody gets it
Like quarantines that deemed infected
America supported Hitler till he came for a second
A cannibal never utensils
Crime scene no stencils
Dimes get traded, degraded, smashed
And brought back like rentals
Selling coke to rabbis
I'm recognized the temple
Stalkers and blood letters from ex-girls signed "I'mma get you"
She wet me up in the trunk, put my brain in the doors
Every time I smile it's like kicking the Grim Reaper right in the fucking balls
Some new flesh, SuicideGirls on X
Models waking up late for sex, with third degrees on their chest
Bleeding with sore nipples, some rappers got a fetish for cripples
They blame liquor
Some of these strippers love playing with scissors
Even catch brain on the city bus with titties and muff
Malibu drug orgies with Janet J and Hilary Duff
Killers amongst thieves, Howie's crunk juice in cups
Children of Sodom we rock bottom, no stopping me up

[Hook]
It's over with!
C4 taped to your doorstep
It's over with!
Cut up your face like Boar's Head
It's over with!
Controlling your mind, your thoughts read
It's over with!
Kid, it's over with! (x2)