Violent Eruption of Purulent Vaginal Discharge Lyrics

Sitting in your church, praying to Santa Claus
Not ever knowing that it is I who am the boss

I kick down the door of your church
Stab an old lady, and steal her purse
Babies start to cry and children start to run
No way out but past me, I trip them just for fun

Begging for their life, they begin to cry
I tell them when they get to Heaven, ask God why they had to die
Bodies trampled, exits locked, they hit the floor
Blood splatters all over the virgin Mary whore

I make sure before I leave, that every Christian fuck is dead
I spot one last kid alive and kick him real good in the head
I don’t like church, in fact I think that its pretty goddamn gay
For each one you build, I promise to take six hundred away

The blistering torment of Christian suffering
The blistering torment of Christian suffering

If you don’t take your fag religion somewhere else
I’ll be the one who puts you in your own hell
Chasing you down like the old school Jason Vorhees
Soon it will be that I begin the suffering

From the backdoor, I come in while you sleep
Inside your precious daughter, my cock goes deep
As you die helpless with your Christian throat cut
You get to watch me turn your daughter into a slut
Blood spills from my mouth as blood spills from your cunt
Where is your God to protect you from my hunt
As you lay there dying, you see your bloodline lost
My seed now in your child, I told you I’m the boss