Yo, I'm like a dead corpse Crawling out the dirt, on some zombie shit Aiming for your neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect My brains incorrect, traumatize you in a sec My raps are like crack in a decksotenic intellect Slaughters you, I got more for you Gore for you, your flesh is sort of blue You'll be begging someone to pull me off of you When I'm stabbing you, I offered you a chance to leave You'll only understand when you bleed There's no talking to you Just shoving a fork in you Who the fuck you talking to? Im pure death in a flesh, I'll arrange a coffin for you My knife packing status, got you shook A lot of crooks will respect my rep Step, kid I advise you not to look Turn your head, or you'll turn up dead Put you asleep inside a burning bed Learn from what I said Im mushing your peeps, and I'm squishing you deep Beneath, with the deceased, rest in peace
[Mr. Hyde] I.. injure you with ninja crews Contemplate what's in to do, negotiate with Satan Cause it's his decision too Hold a sword like ghost dog Leaving blood and gross gore So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in most morgues So jagged and decrypted kid, the maggots rejected it I dumped it in the sea and killed all life except for squid (What) Walk the wrong path, deviated by demons While you faggot mother fuckers inegreated by semen Lure you into my web check the code the boys is red Then look for you to find you in the mortuary dead Fill my clip with the lead put the biscuit to the head After I ripped you up to shreds I'll take a sip of what you bled Don't ever try and hawk cause I don't wanna talk Ill play the kind of sport the way you catch a tommahawk Open up your skull, fragmets fall to the ground Take a toke and sniff a pull now your drawn to the sound
[Goretex] Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the guns Y'all tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip It's awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit We celebrate with Henney blood shakes that render me sick Whatever ya fix, get fitted with the milley of chrome Rap Vinny Jones, I dissatach, snatch from the bone And ate the last witnesses K-ed out on medicine Health nut, crush up my wheat germ Chase it with heroine Guerilla biscuits, busting your windpipes into splinters Another thing that causes pain is the frost in the winter Circle of tyrants, rocking the inverded crossed iced-out Blood from em, two in your face Get erased, lights out Spikes out for dish rags, keep em on the hit like shit bags You don't want it fag Your left in the bubble covered, we'll shoot up fair State bent, like breathing rubber So be advised Lucifer's rising the invocation of my demon brother
[Ill Bill] Splattered in blood, fathom my thoughts patterns with drugs Morbid visions cadavers ravaged by maggots and bugs Beetles crawling out of your eyes sockets Puss pouring out of your mouth on top of dry vomit Billions of body bags, blood drenched battle fields Big butcher knives, you fucking faggits Get your fucking face erased from your cabbage Tangled and gored on top, half of you're body hanging off the door Spasm and splash your organs across the floor Its death.. when the slug hit the bullet proof vest I took from the police..man after I blew off his head We knights of Satan serving Satan's sadists God is an atheist You fucking idiots, your bitches give brain to us Save yourself, the altar of sacrifice We criminally insane, escape form Bellview Sniffing up cocaine Don't even try it, its Ill Bill, the gourmet of violence Donate my brain to science, vacationing insane asylums
[Captain Carnage] Come on come all to my carnival of carnage Where I'll.. slice and dice and peal off your shell like an orange I'm too precise not to be nice I nail you like Christ you'll pay twice the price I'll put brains on ice For preparation prepare for the separation Of your foundation so come get your fam basted In hot sauce I'll roasted you like hot dogs on an open fire I'm a trig like Myer But don't admire the entire picture Because I hang you like fixture So when you enter the mixture Use extreme caution, because it only takes one portion To perform an abortion with the steel that I force in You feel lost when you get tossed in the bottomless gorge The heroin horde got guns and swords swords swords swordsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
