Murder, murder there's a killer on the beat Animal flow, a cannibal and its time to eat, Eenie meenie miney Mohammed sting like a bee Float like a butterfly then crucify the beat Okay, let's switch to role-play, I'll be the court case you be O.J. Apply the pressure, right to the letter on the probate My flow is cocaine, stacked by the K.G. Woop, woop, that's the sound of the police
Fuck the police coming straight out the underground Watch me run around with the supersonic ultrasound I came to bring the pain and turn it back around Hi my name is… kill… I'm fucking up your town
Murderer, murderer, third degree burns when I murder ya, serving ya blood curdling, carving into the furniture, vertebra hurting ya, breaking your bones to make my furniture, lurking and murking ya, certainly body bag burning ya Body bag, zip, zip, that's the catalyst Take the curve of the earth and I shatter it Time bomb, tick, tick, boom, anarchist Don't trip I'm a mother fucking masochist
Body bag, zip, zip, that's the catalyst Take the curve of the earth and I shatter it Time bomb, tick, tick, boom, anarchist Don't trip I'm a mother fucking masochist Kill the labels, kill the vultures, kill your greed and kill Jehovah Kill the broken infrastructure, kill your ego, kill your culture Kill your masters, kill your maker, kill the dawning of creation Kill your mother, kill your father, kill yourself, and kill your karma Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill samsara Reincarnate - reach nirvana, Kill your lover, kill your partner, kill the ones that push you father Kill your idols, kill your gods, kill the prophets, kill them off and Kill
Kill the one upon the cross
Kill the butcher, kill the baker, kill the tinker, kill the tailer, kill the soldier, kill the sailor Love thyself and kill thy neighbour Kill the power, kill the lights Kill them in the dead of night Kill these metaphors I write to all attachments in this life
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill I've been hollow in my sorrow swallow Morpheus pill I can feel, body start to peel, it don't feel real, for real, My mind is ill and it makes me wanna kill
The host with the most the force of ten men Rope on my throat I flow like ocean Provoking a ghost, ferocious omen, Choking the pope, how well you know Ren? Could it be him? Could it be Ren? Could he be coming to kill it again? Could it be real? Could he be back? Could he be ripping up another track? Could it be? Nah, can't be him! Could have been anybody hmm… Nah, nah, nah mate I'm pretty sure that's not him Could it be possibly, probably, honestly I'm in a muddle its starting to bother me Swallow my modesty, follow me, follow me, follow me down to the river and honour me I'm an anomaly, I am an Odyssey, climbing the property ladder monopoly Full of philosophy, no one is stopping me Could it be? Could it be? Could it be? Could it be? Vim, vim, vroom! That's the sound of a pacifist Little misguided turned to a masochist Chilling with a chainsaw, chopping up your mattress Forgive this blasphemous Mother fucking MasochistTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
