| I’m like a dead corpse crawling out the dirt, on some zombie shit
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| Aiming for your neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect
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| My brains incorrect, traumatize you in a sec
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| My rap are like crack in a deck, Satanic intellect
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| Slaughters you, I got more for you
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| Gore for you, your flesh is sort of blue
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| You’ll be begging someone to pull me off of you
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| When I’m stabbing you, I offered you a chance to leave
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| You’ll only understand when you bleed, there’s no talking to you
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| Just shoving a fork in you, who the fuck you talking to?
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| Im pure death in a flesh, I’ll arrange a coffin for you
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| My knife packing status, got you shook
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| A lot of crooks respect my rep, step, kid I advise you not to look
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| Turn your head, or you’ll turn up dead
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| Put you to sleep inside a burning bed, learn from what I said
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| I’m mushing your peeps, and I’m squishing you deep
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| Beneath, where the deceased rest in peace
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| I. injure you with ninja crews, Contemplate what sin to do
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| Negotiate with Satan, cause it’s his decision too
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| Hold a sword like ghost dog, leaving blood and gross gore
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| So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in most morgues
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| So jagged and decrepit kid, that the maggots rejected it
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| I dumped it in the sea and killed all life except for squid
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| Walk the wrong path, deviated by demons
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| While you faggot mother fuckers were created by semen
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| Lure you into my web, change your corduroys to red
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| Then look for you to find you in the mortuary dead
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| Fill my clip with the leather put the biscuit to the head
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| After I ripped you up to shreds I’ll take a sip of what you bled
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| Don’t ever try and hawk or rip cause I don’t wanna talk
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| Ill play the kind of sport the way you catch a tommahawk
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| Open up your skull, fabrics falling to the ground
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| Take a toke and sniff a pull like your drawn to the sound
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| Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the guns
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| Y’all tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip
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| It’s awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit
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| We celebrate when enemy blood shakes, now render me sick
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| Whatever ya fix, get fitted with a milli a chrome
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| Rap Vinnie Jones, I disattach, snatch from the bone
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| And ate the last witnesses, k-ed out on medicine
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| Health nut, crush up my wheat germ, chase it with heroin
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| Guerrilla biscuits, busting your windpipes into splinters
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| Another thing that causes pain is the frost in the winter
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| Circle of tyrants, rock an inverted cross iced-out
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| Blood from em, two in your face, get erased, lights out
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| Spikes out for dish rags, keep em on the hip like shit bags
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| You don’t want it fag? |
| Be left in the bubble, covered the fam
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| State bent, like breathing rubber, so be advised
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| Lucifer’s rising the invocation of my demon brother
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| Splattered in blood, rather my thoughts paddles in drugs
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| Morbid visions of cadavers ravaged by maggots and bugs
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| Beetles crawling out of your eyes sockets
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| Puss pouring out of your mouth on top of dry vomit
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| Billions of body bags, blood drenched battle fields
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| Big butcher knives, you fucking faggits
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| Get your fucking face erased from your cabbage
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| Tangled and gored on top, half of you’re body hanging off the door
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| Spasm and splash your organs across the floor
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| Its death. |
| the slug hit the bullet proof vest
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| I took from the policeman after I blew off his head
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| We knights of Satan serving Satan’s Seders
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| God is an atheist, you fucking idiots, your bitches give brain to us
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| Save yourself, the altar of sacrifice
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| We criminally insane, escape form Bellevue
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| Sniffing up cocaine don’t even try it
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| It’s Ill Bill, the gourmet of violence
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| Donate my brain to science, vacation in insane asylums
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| Come on come all to my carnival of carnage
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| Where I’ll. |
| slice and dice and peal off your shell like an orange
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| I’m too precise not to be nice
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| I know you like Christ you’ll pay twice the price
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| I’ll put brains on ice
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| For preparation prepare for the separation
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| Of your foundation so come get your found basted
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| In hot sauce I roasted like hot dogs on an open fire I’m a trig like Myer
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| But don’t anile the entire picture, because I hang you like fixture so when you
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| enter the mixture
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| Use extreme caution, because it only takes one portion
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| To perform an abortion with the steel that I force in
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| You feel lost when you get tossed in the bottomless gorge
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| The heroin horde got guns and swords swords swords swords |