40 Bars of Death
Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 3:13 pm
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[Phasewon]
I raise mayhem; when I assault and beat your corpse,
Spark a tiki tortch, talk to ouija boards, and praise Satan
Take patience, stay in your place, or I'll break your face in
Eight places, and slam you so hard that it breaks the pavement
Better have some medical plans; when I mangle you,
Have you strangled and hang you by your intestinal strands
I'm fore warning yall/ ... I need an excuse
To tie this noose around your neck, and toss you off of the roof
And if it's loose, then you still got a four story fall
With red spatters, on the cement, when your head splatters
Every where I go, I leave a trail of dead rappers
Hear the Devil's messages when my record is sped backwards
Make you say my name, while I drain your main vein
With a razor blade stained with aids, 'til your brain aches in pain
Chain you from your ankles, have your throat strangled
Drive a steak through your heart, and break you apart, from both angles
Straight from the start; the most painful part's when your toes dangle
Shank you with razor sharp blades that are state of the art
Playin' a part in the six sequences of death
Step one- seep his breath, so it aint leakin' out his chest
Step two- cover the basement with plastic, placed on the rug
So when you cut his face with the hatchet, there aint a trace of his blood
Phase three is his life flashin' in fast foward
While the hack saw, wacks his neck, 'til his head's half off
Part four's a crash course, chop off his hands and feet
Disconnect his jaw, slit his neck and all, snatch his teeth
And proceed to slice his body with a sword
So they can't I.D. his corpse, from the autopsy at the morgue
Chapter five, a lateral pull will shatter his skull
Batter a hole in his chest, reach in and capture his soul
And lesson six, after you slice and dice
Sell his soul to the Devil and sacrifice his life to Christ
For twice the price, a perfect murder... vanish without a trace
Off the face of the planet, the jakes aint searchin' further
Burst the burner, I'm sparkin' if often... burstin it first
The worst of the worst, I'm a demon surfaced to earth
A walkin' abortion... at birth I was cursed
Driving to church in a hearse, to drop your body off in a coffin
I'm halocausted with sin; I'm Lucifer's kid
With a crucifix pinned, to my ribs, and a cross drawn on my skin
[Phasewon]
I raise mayhem; when I assault and beat your corpse,
Spark a tiki tortch, talk to ouija boards, and praise Satan
Take patience, stay in your place, or I'll break your face in
Eight places, and slam you so hard that it breaks the pavement
Better have some medical plans; when I mangle you,
Have you strangled and hang you by your intestinal strands
I'm fore warning yall/ ... I need an excuse
To tie this noose around your neck, and toss you off of the roof
And if it's loose, then you still got a four story fall
With red spatters, on the cement, when your head splatters
Every where I go, I leave a trail of dead rappers
Hear the Devil's messages when my record is sped backwards
Make you say my name, while I drain your main vein
With a razor blade stained with aids, 'til your brain aches in pain
Chain you from your ankles, have your throat strangled
Drive a steak through your heart, and break you apart, from both angles
Straight from the start; the most painful part's when your toes dangle
Shank you with razor sharp blades that are state of the art
Playin' a part in the six sequences of death
Step one- seep his breath, so it aint leakin' out his chest
Step two- cover the basement with plastic, placed on the rug
So when you cut his face with the hatchet, there aint a trace of his blood
Phase three is his life flashin' in fast foward
While the hack saw, wacks his neck, 'til his head's half off
Part four's a crash course, chop off his hands and feet
Disconnect his jaw, slit his neck and all, snatch his teeth
And proceed to slice his body with a sword
So they can't I.D. his corpse, from the autopsy at the morgue
Chapter five, a lateral pull will shatter his skull
Batter a hole in his chest, reach in and capture his soul
And lesson six, after you slice and dice
Sell his soul to the Devil and sacrifice his life to Christ
For twice the price, a perfect murder... vanish without a trace
Off the face of the planet, the jakes aint searchin' further
Burst the burner, I'm sparkin' if often... burstin it first
The worst of the worst, I'm a demon surfaced to earth
A walkin' abortion... at birth I was cursed
Driving to church in a hearse, to drop your body off in a coffin
I'm halocausted with sin; I'm Lucifer's kid
With a crucifix pinned, to my ribs, and a cross drawn on my skin