歌词
Why do you eat people?
Not people, brains!
The Godfather of the Gore Genre
Fake mobsters get chopped into pasta lasagna
Parmesan body parts salsa
You bled like a bitch, red spreads
Second the fucking lead hits
You're a dickhead 'cause blood is squirting out your head like piss
Attacked by goons, troop in a platoon like baboons
Pack you in a tomb, skin you alive like a raccoon
Decapitated chumps when the.38 dumps
Rep it like Tommy Hewitt, leave you with amputated stumps
Perverted like Pee Wee Herman
The meat cleaver leave you like Steve Irwin
You're squirmin' with heart murmurs, flesh human sirloin
You better bet on being deader than dead
You're in the afterlife staring at your torso from your beheaded head
You're fucking bugging, cuz
You disrespect and I'll be cutting jugulars
Rocking meat district butcher gloves
Hit your frontal lobe with scissors quick
Carve with the knife, hemoglobin drizzle drips
Scar you for life on some prison shit
You know, it looks like rigor mortis is setting in
Just one of my miserable actions
I'll leave you invisible traction
I'm using the scissors for hacking
And both of my fists are for cracking
Envision my zombies ripping your aunties, uncles, parents, grannies
Now the rabidness attacks you with the quickness
Check your cabinets for medicine
Your head is in a place beyond the sedative
You're better off to sever it
The devil says you'll never live
My crew of hate will fill the streets
With basement bills like Mr. T in Rocky 3
The cops will flee
I'll shock and dock your mockery
We're coming to get you, cut you to bits
With muddy mitts and stubbornness
The cruddy pigs who cut your ribs
And bump the blood with hungry lips
If life's a bitch, then death's a wish
The vicious cycle gets you sick
The feds will fish for hearts, intestines in the marsh
No evidence
I'm foul at racial slurring
Lace your facials with my urine
Taste the waste, embrace the burning
Like you ate liquid detergent
We'll hurt you, kid, I'm certain
You'll be merked by lurking urchins
That insert the blades and slurp your brains
And circulate with vermin
I can feel myself rot
