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The Pre-Fix for Death

 

The Pre-Fix for Death

(álbum: The Pre-Fix For Death - 2004)


Yo, yo the Master of Puppets
Gets rid of your corpse like acid in buckets
Attracted to ruckus, like magnets
Like Cro-Mag pits, I'm banging St. Agnes
Satan the Baptist
Sacrilegious like Charlie
Rugged, like Harley Davidson bikes
Or Kerry King in spikes, terror show no mercy
Iller than 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 shit
Brainwashing you like Creasy Silo, cause you appreciative
And you're to PC to live
Double bass, courtesy of Away from Voivod
I will destroy God
Along with any other myth or Messiah you 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

Crushing you's my mission to leave you a morbid stiff
Bludgeon you beyond recognition with distorted riffs
Technical drums and rugged bass rip through your flesh
Concerto of Sickness, classical acid, The Pre-Fix for Death

Crushing you's my mission to leave you a morbid stiff
Bludgeon you beyond recognition with distorted riffs
Technical drums and rugged bass rip through your flesh
Concerto of Sickness, classical acid, The Pre-Fix for Death

Some Ralphus shit
Gouging eyes, like a doctor on a malpractice trip
Chopping at the hood of your coat
Stomping your mental with a foot note, and an asterisk
Filthy, like Madonna's gums
Beat you, like TAMA Drums when the drama comes
Hydrochloric, low-budget gore flick
Similar to the ones that Troma funds
Metal Hip-Hop
The fusion of real rap, with real guitar shit no illusions
No fake shit
I live both cultures, so when I make shit the result is gruesome
A hustler, I used to sell home grown weed
Now I proceed, put in my time into moving CDs
Like I'm aerobic-grinding like Agoraphobic Nosebleed
Carve ya, I began as lava
Now I'm your father on the cover of Revolver
Devastate you like Antonio Tarver
Disintegrate you, cremate you, dissolve ya
I got bitches enslaved in cargo
My shit's brutal like Dave Lombardo on a drum kit
My voice is distinct like Don Pardo
Like Manson on Geraldo

Crushing you's my mission to leave you a morbid stiff
Bludgeon you beyond recognition with distorted riffs
Technical drums and rugged bass rip through your flesh
Concerto of Sickness, classical acid, The Pre-Fix for Death

Crushing you's my mission to leave you a morbid stiff
Bludgeon you beyond recognition with distorted riffs
Technical drums and rugged bass rip through your flesh
Concerto of Sickness, classical acid, The Pre-Fix for Death

The!
Prefix!
For!
DEATH!

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