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• Artiste: Cornflex
• Titre: Flesh Hunt
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Don't walk in the middle of a night you might get caught by the Leatherface Turn around, no time for thinking and thoughts, you better add a little bit of that pace Only fools expect to see him running with a chainsaw, hell nah He be gunning on a dude aiming at his head, like From twenty feet apart Pop, pop, gun shots, body drops and the heart suddenly beats no more The return of the madness, ain't no nurse that can handle that And there might be sirens, I don't know But they arrive too late in my streets, they don't show Up, cause they are scared of the motherfucker Shock, silenced and stunned, ten corpses chopped on the whole floor Every single one, missing eye, nose or tongue Limbs sliced and separated from their body parts, so many pieces gone Another motherfucking flesh hunt Vengeance of the serial killers just begun