Yo, you're the master of puppets
Gets rid of your corpse in acid and buckets
Attracted to ruckus, like magnets, like Cro-Mag pits
I'm banging Saint Agnes, Satan the Baptist
Sacrilegious, like Charlie, rugged like Harley-Davidson bikes
Or Kerry King and Spike, turn and show no mercy
All of them Percy Miller, no one will reverse me
Necro, logical psycho
Burning you with highly flammable nitro
Glycerin that might go in a motorcycle
Interesting, a programmable micro
Chip attached to the back of your neck, some D-*
Brainwashing you like Creasy Silo
Cause you're unappreciative, and you're too PC to live
Double bass, courtesy of a wave from Voivod
I will destroy God
Along with any other myth or messiah
You've created to control me, it's all a game like a point guard
I stay rebellious, like pipe bombs
Being thrown at the police in Belfast
You'll be known as deceased
After we buck you with heavy metal like Hellfest
Crush and use my mission to leave you a morbid stiff
Bludging you beyond recognition with distorted riff
Technical drums and rugged bass rip through your flesh
Concerto of sickness, classical acid, the prefix for dab
Crush and use my mission to leave you a morbid stiff
Bludging you beyond recognition with distorted riff
Technical drums and rugged bass rip through your flesh
Concerto of sickness, classical acid, the prefix for dab
Some Ralph is *, gouging eyes like a doctor on a malpractice trip
Chopping at the hood of your coat, stomping your mental with a footnote and an asterisk
Filthy like Madonna's gums, beat you like Tom of drums when the drama comes
Hydrochloric, low budget gore flick, similar to the ones that trauma funds
Metal hip-hop, the fusion of real rap and real guitar *
No illusions, no fake *, I live both cultures, so when I make *, the result is gruesome
A hustler, I used to sell homegrown weed, now I proceed
Putting my time into moving CDs, like I'm a robot grinding, like a core of four with those lead
Carve ya, I began as lava, now I'm your father on the cover of Revolver
Devastate you like Antonio Tava, disintegrate you, cremate you, dissolve ya
I got bitches enslaved in cargo, my *'s brutal like Dave Lombardo
On a drum kit, my voice is distinct, like Don Pardo, like Vance and Arnaldo
Crush and use my mission to leave you a morbid stiff, like a doctor on a malpractice trip, similar to the ones that trauma funds
Crush and use my mission to leave you a morbid stiff, bludgeon you beyond recognition with distorted rep
Technical drums and rugged bass rip through your flesh
Conch нас, classical acid, the prefix for dab
Crush and use my mission to leave you a morbid stiff, bludgeon you beyond recognition with distorted rep
Technical drums and rugged bass rip through your flesh
Conchás, classical acid, the prefix for dab
Blegh!
The prefect for death.
The prefect for death.