I see visions from beyond the graveTowers or thrones made of arms and legsI'm in a bed, it's powered by the hearts of menWe the chosen few, who swim amongst the sharks againWe the murderers in your crib with a shotgun to your headSki mask on, Mexican restlessness, lucha libreGoons and creeps, squeeze off Uzis and AKsWe maintain, we play the game, raising the stakesRaised by a nation of snakes, fascinated with hateSubharmonic, politic and guns and chronicPussy and tonic, valkonomicsOr just with playboy models accomplishedMosh pits in front of 10,000 kidsWe the most brolic, we soul sonicUltra magnetic, you get your * head splitLike Necro said, on knee drugs, faggot, we negativeWe number one, we're hollow tip, bullets are beggarsLeave you looking like Budweiser in front of the cameraIn the previous chapters of my life, I was mischievousRunning with gun clappers, packing knives and meat cleaversDoing devious *, you'd see on CBS news at nightGuess what, I'm still on that Brooklyn BSI'm into the exciting aspects of blasting techsI'm fighting for respect, * getting my ass kickedI'm slashing your neck before entering a casketI'm cashing a check for a million, I'm a demented *The inventor of death rap *With the incentive to blend hip hop and metal rapsConnecting with legends, mergers and acquisitionsThat make killings like murders and apparitionsDisaster funk, my gats get crunkWe're killing rats, I'll leave you like Billy Bats in the trunkWe're on the other end of the spectrumI recommend you rock this *Till your nose bleeds from deviated septumBrain splatter, butchery, bloodbath, or bileWe stomping through your hood with guns blasting wildSMGs, nobody * with meThe slug chuck or release, you better duck near a treeHold heat like summertime, bullets from a gun will flyTorture you in intervals, it takes a corpse to mummifyGot my blade in your waist, I'm as dangerous as apesIt's amazing how my 12 gauge splits open your faceGet yourself a better vest, got berettas and tacksThat'll hop onto your arms, cross like the letter XKiss your jewelry's lusted, so you're brutally bustedFuckin' shootin' a musket, cause it's cool to be dustedBeautifully rusted, box cutters will catch yaAll over your chest, just to spill out your ketchupYour heart's missing blood, cause I sipped it with strawsTake a clip of my torus, then I'm lickin' it allYour whole view might distort when you spew pints and quartzIf you don't find the gauze, it's true life is shortKnown to blaze you with slugs, so * break a few jugsThere ain't no telling what my cranium is capable ofI'm probably pullin' bus A through double bullets upstateCome back and have your fuckin' wifey full of duct tapeTrain fuckin' rain, pussy drippin' like papaya juiceCut up her face, so homicide is justifiableBut your daughter's butch don't my ideaFits its name. Let her play a partShe's aThere ain't no telling what my cranium is capable ofShots at your desk down to the groundDamn those pills, yeah thank uManöver a —pillars of revengeyou