Severed Organs

(альбом: The Circle Of Tyrants - 2005)

[Necro:]
The General of graphic violence, bludgeoning, hold grudges
Stab shit up, wildness
No one budges, vileness, wireless
Tireless, jabbing into your grill, bust it up, stylish
Grabbing for the kill, fuck you up nihilist
Atheist, anarchist manifesting my destiny of monarchy through Morbid malevolence like capitalists, who pops caps at the capital
I got an immaculate list of people that need to be killed accurately
Like a stake being driven through Dracula, G
Precisely murder you nicely, spectacularly
Moving like electricity through New York City
Expect shitty attitudes when you visit my city, we talk gritty
Murdering people on a mic, we'll be murdering people in person if we like if that person's [?]
If you're a virgin of bleeding emergency room style, urgently
We'll introduce your circuitry to a surgeon

[ILL Bill:]
Slaves of pain, on Devil's Island like Dave Mustaine
Songs remain deranged, my sanitarium is the stage
Doomsday for the deceiver, the Cult Leader
These legions of true believers of obedient shooters with heaters
Listen, it's my heritage to rule the world
My army of heretics shall consume the earth
Of an uncontrollable storm of abusive words
Ideologies of the perverse in Lucifer's church
Rape you with chainsaws, orgies with strange whores
Fucked her in the mouth until her face tore, I innovate gore
Then made up pistols and porn
Baseball bats and a dick of a horse
I'll have your Gatekeeper licking the floor
Face down, ass up, ugly, you love it bitch, listen some more
Hypocritical shithead smile, send it through door
Unable to stop my apocalyptic mission of war
We push buttons and piss stupid people off
Beat up your favorite rappers we incorrect, politically of course
Circle of Tyrants, personify murder and violence
And that white powder you love when it burn in your sinus

[Mr. Hyde:]
Homicidal recital, an ice pick in your vitals
I spit this sickening script that's contradicting the Bible
See, I'm a straight up disease, with a blade up my sleeve
We known of spraying police put your brain in a breeze
Some street serpentine fiend caught a murder at thirteen
Certainly burst threes, skin under your shirt bleeds
Tossed over a bridge no remorse for my sins, go find your corpse in a fridge and toss forth the drinks
In a torturous bliss, I'll put this fort in your tits, screaming [?] from my fists like a porcelain dish
It's impossible for every doctor to be stitching every wound, They'll be rocking your name in an obituary soon
Perform your autopsy speaking in tongues
Discard your arteries, heart, teeth, and your lungs
We distribute types of death that ain't never been dealt, I'll stick you with an icicle so the evidence melts

[Goretex:]
Blood farmer with the burgundy smock
I got a piece of [?], thirty-five years left in a box, ready to rock
Murdering junkies, straight chilling, my coffin is here often
Drilling coffins, turning too cold, limping, the corpses
Drug orgies keep the morphine drips, ignore the winds all I hear is metal dumping out clips pumping out hits
Till my ears bleed, we eat through your chops, fuck calling cops, I'm like the Birdman [?]
I've been drilling who went ballistic in [?]
Forty Glocks saw me in butcher shops with torture props
The gore zenith over drums like behemoths so sick of body parts [?] anemics
Blood squirts on speakers on stage with cleavers, nobody is as evil as us this game is full of diseases
Dirty page blushed kicked up blood in your carpet you know a man smell piss on your corpse like a [?]
Carving into your belly with forks got flesh in his office, hands of a dentist mutilated but never nauseous