[Phasewon]
Ayo I'm horrorcore, rush you in your corridor
Snuff you with chloroform, and drag you back to my laborator
The lord of war, will slice your vocal cords, with sorted swords
With the morbid force, to cause some drama like the Source Awards
I'll gore your corpse, and savagely kill your family
Like Amityville 'n still I'm havocly buildin' anarchy
Ravaging rappers rabidly, ripping and ravishing
Rancid remains, randomly rambling rhetoric, rapidly
Casually countin' casualties, crambin' cranial cavities
With candidly cancerous cannibalistic calamities
Creatin' catastrophes, causin' carnage, crackin' cartilage
Crafty carpenters, carvin' cadavers, carrying carcasses
An arsonist, with an arsenal, armed with arsenic
Artillery and ammunition aimed at artistses
I'll carve your wrists, and fuck up your facial features
Drain a liter, of blood out your brain, then flush all your pain relievers
I'll feature the Devil on my final album, on the vinyl volume
He'll come through your mind, into your spinal column
Throw the bible on him, soaked in holy water
Or he'll send you back to Christ, and sacrifice your only daughter
My whole persona's in a battle stance, you don't stand a chance
When I bash your skull, then pull the ambalance
I have to blast you, I’ll catch you and smash and trample
Over your body, then throw it in the lobby, at the tabernacle
Scalp you with a jagged scalpel, at the Catholic chapel
Slash your Adam's apple, and trap you in my enchanted castle
But I'd rather strap you, with plastic explosives
And gas to engulf it, with a match to throw it in your casket and close it
Ayo I'm horrorcore, rush you in your corridor
Snuff you with chloroform, and drag you back to my laborator
The lord of war, will slice your vocal cords, with sorted swords
With the morbid force, to cause some drama like the Source Awards
I'll gore your corpse, and savagely kill your family
Like Amityville 'n still I'm havocly buildin' anarchy
Ravaging rappers rabidly, ripping and ravishing
Rancid remains, randomly rambling rhetoric, rapidly
Casually countin' casualties, crambin' cranial cavities
With candidly cancerous cannibalistic calamities
Creatin' catastrophes, causin' carnage, crackin' cartilage
Crafty carpenters, carvin' cadavers, carrying carcasses
An arsonist, with an arsenal, armed with arsenic
Artillery and ammunition aimed at artistses
I'll carve your wrists, and fuck up your facial features
Drain a liter, of blood out your brain, then flush all your pain relievers
I'll feature the Devil on my final album, on the vinyl volume
He'll come through your mind, into your spinal column
Throw the bible on him, soaked in holy water
Or he'll send you back to Christ, and sacrifice your only daughter
My whole persona's in a battle stance, you don't stand a chance
When I bash your skull, then pull the ambalance
I have to blast you, I’ll catch you and smash and trample
Over your body, then throw it in the lobby, at the tabernacle
Scalp you with a jagged scalpel, at the Catholic chapel
Slash your Adam's apple, and trap you in my enchanted castle
But I'd rather strap you, with plastic explosives
And gas to engulf it, with a match to throw it in your casket and close it
