Carnivores
(专辑: The Circle Of Tyrants - 2005)
[Intro:] I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just gonna bash your brains in... I'm gonna bash em right the
fuck in! [Necro:] I'm living a
mondo life Packing a
tanto knife, it's sharp like an anaconda's bite You get stomped in a
fight I
love mentioning weapons Enter the
ring, stepping on your skull We do demented things when repping Satanic like a
cleric, leaving your mom hysteric Shank your face with a
kitchen knife 'till ya look like John Merrick I'm full of gore, brutal like a
pitbull's jaw Belligerent like demons that pull you to the
floor It's Mordechai, back from the
dead, cracking ya head Open with a
pipe, getting hype, back-up what you said I'm like a
skeleton covered with rotted skin I
got a
grin, shanking you till I
murder you cause I
gotta win Packing a
metal barrel under my ghetto apparel Pull out and blast you fast, that's how I
settle battles I
would've loved to stick up Jesus Give up the
bible, chopping ya clique up into pieces [ILL BILL:] There come a
time when the
throne will become a
prison Kill your idols and shoot the
television, goon is in Glenwood The
truth is I
live for the
Art of War I'm a
ground zero Brooklyn carnivore, my opposition signing off Forefathers, given these 9s from another war Future primitive, Stargate, through another door I'm a
king, my harem equipped it with a
hundred whores Crush our enemies, drink out of cups made of skulls Obey laws like the
Vikings that came before A
natural like lightning I
came forth from the
storm I've been a
soldier before the
time of creation's dawn Ate from the
Tree of Life and cut my tongue on the
thorn I
fire pistols like Brian Nichols Get the
drop on you like suicide bombers on bicycles Colder than icicles Explode raw, we pro-war, coke snorts Spun the
fuck out sorta like Mike Tyson on Zoloft [Goretex:] I'm the
palm of Ramirez, my arms and bombs for gear-heads Decapitated, collected and wrapped like deers' heads Back with axes, diseased tongue, I'm a
tapeworm The
zombie ritual killer drilling ya face-first I
leave ya brain chilled, soaking in absinthe Light you up in flames, same scene, choking on matches Impaled Nazarene, Cold Lake Your corpse'll shrivel up like an old cake Swept off a the
table, mortuary fate Arteries shake on a
blade that glistens Gore bids, morbid kids who never break traditions Deface humanity, my serum is as ancient as Christians My sanity's off-vision, smiling at every incision You coughing up lungs, splattered with the
matter and bugs Bury you dead with ya' head oozing off ravenous drugs Magic in slugs, cadavers getting hammered with gloves Sanitation's here to bury actors in backs of the
truck [Mr Hyde:] The
Lord of Illusion, swords cause contusions Gore's what your choosing, blood-soaked conclusions Armies of darkness ravage your carcass Death nailing arches, damaging targets Creep with the
creatures beneath the
fog Make preachers lose their belief in God Teeth in your chest as you reach for your weapons Undead zombies eat your intestines Run through the
streets, a
marathon of C.H.U.D There's no escaping the
amazon of blood You're powerless to fight, devoured by the
night No guts left in sight, disemboweled by a
knife Locked in my dungeon for months at a
time Then chopped into bunches of chunks when you die Exploit your corpse, but gotta be cautious To be sure, of course, watch you rot till I'm nauseous [Outro:] I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just gonna bash your brains in... I'm gonna bash em right the
fuck in!