Mutilate The Beat

(álbum: Death Rap - 2007)

Mutilate the beat!

My character traits, I consider attractive, hate, bitterness
Proactive with blades, grittiness, transform, activate
Like a general, official, hit you with an enemy missile
My extended pistol is beneficial to the issue
I'm hot tempered, the red dot's centered, leave you shot and dismembered, you blood clot, you got dented
Spiritual healing, Satanic, walking on ceilings, warped appeal, cold like a corpse with no feelings
Gang territorial, squeeze a banger at ya in a state of euphoria, leave you bleeding like Fangoria
Skeezing Eva Longoria, slaughter ya, get gorier than Korea, see ya!
Bedridden, head bitten by a kitten bred with rabies, shitting out red, left dead sitting
Lacking awareness, in all fairness, you're wack, clapped and left physically impaired pissed, see a therapist
It's natural for me to flip, come at ya with a bat and split ya head open, or catch you with a clip
The .44 magnum spits, Magnanimous, kill you like Euronymous then walk off anonymous
A Malcolm McLaren rebel, you're on the low baron level, with a piece of shit on your head like Aaron Neville
Forever death like Trevor Peres, if my endeavor's are slept on, never-the-less, sever the flesh
You gotta die, laws of the Bible do not apply, say goodbye to my rivals, you should try to comply
Assault ya, rude behavior, flavor, like salt on ya food, enslave ya, on the altar subdued
The sinning, atheist, demented, winning, sadist, I can see the inner traces of resentment on your faces!
A proper amount of fucked up lines, you can't possibly count, buck up ya spine with a nine, shot to the ground!

Mutilate the beat!
Mutilate the beat!
Mutilate the beat!

The skills of my intellect, allow me to kill you in a sec, fill you up with Percocet, power drill you in the neck
Brilliantly like when Quentin directs, the quintessential villian in-effect, chin check you diligently
Good hearted 'til the hood scarred it, I wish you would start it, spark it, the death of you we could market
A bad dude, with an attitude like Zab Jud, I'll pull a gat on you, give you a stab tattoo
You worship idols, strip ya titles, rip ya vitals, gripping tools, attack like fighting bulls
My motivating factor's to kill like operating tractor trailers, drunk as a sailor, motor skills nil
My crooked path is straight, took her on a date, making a hooker masturbate with my .38
My machete will slash ya, deep gashes, your heart beats faster, get ready to meet your master!

Mutilate the beat!