Nirvana

(アルバム： The Pre-Fix For Death - 2004)

[Necro:]
Before ligaments in fridges, the triple six digits religion
Where sacrifice pigeon's fidget was created by ancient midgets
My kamikaze cronies, listen to Ozzy
Over Rick Ross chords during quasi-religious ceremonies
I see what the owl see, curse you into paralysis
Drinking blood from the chalice with Alistair Crowley
I feel no guilt, for the blood that got spilt
Fuck thou shalt not kill, do what thou wilt!
Scheming on Rosemary's baby in witch's shrine
My cult'll leave you shocked like Polanski in '69
Introduce you to hallucinogenic narcotics
Baiting you with females rocking psychedelic bell bottoms
Fu-Manchu in effect, bending spoons like Uri Geller
Then I'll sharpen the ends and jux you in the neck
67 stab wounds in the LaBiancas
Allows you to sip droplets from the goblets of Pompous conquerors

[ILL Bill:]
Table and dagger, altar of death, virgins with big breasts
Soldiers of morbid thoughts, nuns indulging in incest
Bring me the goat, manipulating women on dope
Kidnap the Pope, hang from the rope and stabbed in the throat
I'll spill your blood in the name of Satan and capture your soul
Altar of sacrifice, use the Bible to bash in your skull
Master within your cult, authors of madness
Step into my chapel of goons, my collection of scalpels and tools
Are used for ritualistic and sadistic purposes
Ceremonial deaths, serving the ancient verses
Pazuzu possesses a sister masturbating in the monastery
She used the crucifix to pop her cherry
Perverted priest, flirt with the deceased, the Black Mass is achieved
Shadowy figures joyfully dance with the beast
Hunger for human flesh is sex to cannibal's feast
Head of the jackal, six figure hand is complete

[Goretex:]
Twenty hits and the room melts, get dosed with the black acid
Kidnapping your wife, tape suppositories in plastic
Candle smashing areolas, cold as a bastard
Torn from a casket, human flesh gets scorned to ashes
Pray to Satan like Jimmy Page, take a stage of blood
Covens of followers, bloods led by Miss Sadie Glutz
The Cielo drive, from up in the hills, Californication of pills
Triple six engraved in your fucking gills
We reeled wifey, made her eat the whole cake
Worship a ghost state, puncture your throat like chunks of Colgate
Lunch in the crate and cutting his [?] and the first day
The surgeon of hate, I'm licensed to keep my nurses on K
I'm unwrapping the vague, Kevorkian with dust in the J
Hell Awaits, pussy, the podium molest your remains
I'm like Brian Wilson, the genius with a stain of crimson
Original, delusional goons, we move through the system

[Mr. Hyde:]
Enter the master witchdoctor, evil emperor of my chants
Will anoint the dead and poison heads and brainwashing champs
I envision baptism with Satanic mechanisms
Each exorcism leads to deep flesh incisions
My system of worship features bitches in skirts
I strip and purify my prey before they're viciously merked
We're known to impregnate, and corrupt the average slut
Stab the gut and quickly sip the miscarriage from cups
Hide the leader of ascension along with evil henchman
Puking down your throat because your soul needed cleansing
Blood-painted pentagrams engulfed by flames
Charcoal chunks of frames, we feast on monkey brains
Calmly cut you down your spine, now we're chugging blood of wine
Choke and suffocate with twine, the fucking suffering is divine
While tranquillizing needles get stuck up in your arm
Sacrificial animals get abducted from the farm