Cannibal Corpse is an American death metal band from Buffalo, NY, noted for its controversial and ultra-violent lyrics and imagery, founded in 1988 by Chris Barnes(from Six Feet Under), Bob Rusay, Jack Owen, Alex Webster and Paul Mazurkiewicz. Cannibal Corpse is noted as the most successful death metal band of the Sound Scan era, having achieved worldwide record sales of over one million copies with virtually no radio or television exposure. They also became the first ever death metal band to have albums appear on the Billboard 200 album chart. They are regarded as one of the longest lasting and best-known bands in the death metal scene. As a side tidbit of trivia, Cannibal Corpse has appeared in the movie "Ace Ventura: Pet Detective" and is also featured in the soundtrack for the movie.
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Cannibal Corpse

Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Die, butcher
Rage of hate
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Kick down the door in barbaric rage
Frantically slashing all who stand in my way
Stab another face, slit another throat
My intention is to mutilate them
People are screaming it feeds my hate
Hack through the crowd blood is splashing on
my face
I only see red, rage exploding
Two knives, one mind, that hate has broken
Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture
Blood gushing from their wounds
Rivers run deep red
Down faces of people in the room
Bodies are heaping they're dying
In seconds they were slain
Daggers in my hands are killing
This worthless piece of shit
[Lead - Owen]
Hate for them still drives my rage
My job is almost finished only one remains
In the corner terrified behind the
grisly slaughter
I'll take my time on this last scum bag
Knife in stomach, he's not dead yet
Carving up his body, gouge his fucking head
Chop off his arms, pull out his guts
No remorse for what I have done
Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture
Blood gushing from their wounds
Rivers run deep red
Down faces of people in the room
Daggers in my hands are killing
This worthless pieces of shit