The Bangor Ripper Lyrics

The Toe-Tagga Bagga's back to grab ya

Drag ya to the back and stab ya

Stare into your lifeless eyes

Scream and laugh at ya

Reclusive, I find solititude deep in my web

People equal shit, These bitches suck you for dry then leave you for dead

Humble stoned, Bad to the bone

Teddy Bundy Flow, Skull fuck a dead bitch's severed dome

Terminator eyes behind the shades seeing red

Armalite in my hands, homie

Pump pump your guts full of lead

Psycho white kid, trigger finger's itching like meth mites

Quick draw bruv, Do you really wanna see what death's like

Is there really even an afterlife

Test me, I'm an asshole and I drink alot

Chainsmoke a lot of reds, toke a lot of pot

Penetrate your bitch, poke-her box

You hokum mother fuckers always full of jokes

Funny games like Clockwork Orange

Singing in the rain, dancing in the light

Prancing in the night hallucinating naked with a knife

Hippity hoopla, Clawed paws and mittens

Bitches and pussies, Dogs and kittens

They never listen, Ya'll be smitten

Strangle you to death with my warm mittens

that my momma knitted me one year for Christmas

On my hitlist. Same shit, same mood. A rude violent droog

Baby come and play, or mind your buisness

Hey Fatty Magoo, I'm a goon

Evil, Drunk, and shoulder broke and rough

Learn to punch again with the left, like Doug The Thug

Lethal weapon, bugs on the rug, Piss on your tapastery

Victem of the system, addicted to blasphemy

The Sham Double-O Seven, ate nine

Now ten's dead looking down upon eleven from Heaven

J-O-E, I'm obese. Shatter proof, Fuck your peace

Giuseppe Badalucco Lachcik

Back on a track rapping, hacking, slashing

I'll make you plummit from the summit down to the valley

Fear and loathing, I'm sweet and wickeder than Aleister Crowley

The Slate Belt Ripper's back

Everybody's shook, Protect yo necks

An entity you can't possess

Swaying with an axe straight to the chest

I'm The God's Hand Killer living in the flesh

The Doof Warrior of Horror's back with something fresh

The end. Snake Plissken smoking with cigarettes

The Bangor Ripper's Back

The Bangor Ripper's Back

Protect yo necks, yo butts,

You're nuts, The Bangor Ripper's Back

The Slate Belt Ripper's back

Everybody's shook, Protect yo necks

An entity you can't possess

Swaying with an axe straight to the chest

I'm The God's Hand Killer living in the flesh

The Doof Warrior of Horror's back with something fresh

The end. Snake Plissken smoking with cigarettes

The Bangor Ripper's Back

The Bangor Ripper's Back

Protect yo necks, yo butts,

You're nuts, The Bangor Ripper's Back