
Date of issue: 18.03.2013
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Death Warrant |
We don’t spit lies disguised as half truths |
In the booth we shake the whack mount loose |
Nobody rap proof |
Dismantle amplifiers |
Man handle live wires |
Strike down the mic like * for wildfire |
Hot wire synthesizers, payback to playback |
Conquer the monitors like digital to * |
We eject the rejected, respect the game plan |
We victimize mixes then master the wasteland |
My sentiments exactly |
Lieutenant I am venomous, attacking extremities and penalties distract me |
I am trying to rebuild |
I am trying to keep still |
Things that gave me cheap thrills |
Now they give me deep chills |
I wrestle lions and I shadow box in hurricanes |
My tongues a cattle prod |
Carnage in my catalogue |
Tensity and density and dialogue, fire god |
Went from little giant boss then I got my wires crossed |
I have made some mad noise |
Spread across the tabloids |
Saying I’m a bad boy, speaking in a sad voice |
Secretly I wish I was a good guy, so I’m saying good-bye |
If I still hung out with him I would die |
No we don’t need no water, let the motherfucker burn |
Getting way too old to watch another sucker’s turn |
Can’t wait to go to Venice |
Rap thinking board shorts |
Lyrical deformity I’ll rap till I’m a warped corpse |
We shall prevail and overthrow the downtrodden |
While they in the ground rotting we rocking like Sound Garden |
Margins for error as rare as fresh air |
Toxicity complexities externally repaired |
Nocturnally prepared, long before you drove an ice road |
Watch me transform form, daggermouth to knife throat |
Life boats will capsize, northern star polarize |
Mouth move like motorized turbine engine override |
Suburban 1985, double cargo hatch door |
BAX WAR multiply, purify like holy water |
Half of that is gasoline, you don’t want to hold the bottle |
Mako shark take apart a body like a maaco shop |
Sergeant Heart, lonely band |
Search party missing man |
Shifting sand lifting land |
Tornado and cyclone |
Bermuda Triangular strangler no fire zone |
Nose diving aircraft, fiber glass, black chrome |
I’m a golden troll on a totem pole with a noble soul |
Old as Yoda, got that Obi Wan Ken-obi flow |
Archaeology, I’m a fucking old timer |
And I’ll be staying underground like I’m a coal miner |
They try to pull me down but I ain’t going quietly |
A bit surprising to the one that’s victimizing violently |
I was super handsome, now mentally I’m suffering |
Turned into a fucking grubby chubby ugly duckling |
Rusty metal through the skin caused tetanus |
We move a city block like Tetris, keep shocking like Tesla |
Deeper rule than Augustus, Julius Caesar |
Like a preview for movie in theaters Prometheus |
Crater, lunar grievous landing |
I’m standing on stardust |
Crashing through Earth’s crust unraveling |
Modern time traveling abandoned on Saturn’s rings |
Misguided angel flying high again with tattered wings |
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