Abstrakt - Plow lyrics
[Abstrakt - Plow lyrics]
If you wanna break this
I’ll be breaking all statistics
With the fancy use of
All my lyrical ballistics
My style is malicious
You can call me vicious
Say your final wishes ‘cause you’re
Sleeping with the fishes flow is fantastic
I ain’t lacking rap tactics
Sacking on the slacking using
Tact when I’m attacking
We hired 7 psychopaths to
Raid a local laundromat
Of all it’s ancient artifacts and
Gave the people heart attacks
We stuffed internal organs in the
Back of a knapsack
Carried hostages in the back of a black van
We took the victims’ bodies to
The house of a past-ex
Disemboweled bodies with the force
Of a vortex slicing off the top of
A man’s cerebral cortex
Criminal projects, stalking on targets
Only the courageous attempt to enrage us
We scare them anyway, I got names on 8 pages
Coming from the 1st chamber to the 36th
A mind equipped with evil like
The most dirty Sith
When worst comes to worst
There isn’t time to rehearse
If you get caught slipping you might
End up in a Hearst
When little Johnny’s missin'
Cue in the search mission
But the mission is futile
There ain’t no body of the fucking child
You can check my basement
But I ain’t making promises
All you’ll see are knives and lives
Of people that are barely five
And blood-splattered walls
Windows draped with intestines
Violence that’s incessant
And death that's excessive
I’ll be breaking all statistics
With the fancy use of
All my lyrical ballistics
My style is malicious
You can call me vicious
Say your final wishes ‘cause you’re
Sleeping with the fishes flow is fantastic
I ain’t lacking rap tactics
Sacking on the slacking using
Tact when I’m attacking
We hired 7 psychopaths to
Raid a local laundromat
Of all it’s ancient artifacts and
Gave the people heart attacks
We stuffed internal organs in the
Back of a knapsack
Carried hostages in the back of a black van
We took the victims’ bodies to
The house of a past-ex
Disemboweled bodies with the force
Of a vortex slicing off the top of
A man’s cerebral cortex
Criminal projects, stalking on targets
Only the courageous attempt to enrage us
We scare them anyway, I got names on 8 pages
Coming from the 1st chamber to the 36th
A mind equipped with evil like
The most dirty Sith
When worst comes to worst
There isn’t time to rehearse
If you get caught slipping you might
End up in a Hearst
When little Johnny’s missin'
Cue in the search mission
But the mission is futile
There ain’t no body of the fucking child
You can check my basement
But I ain’t making promises
All you’ll see are knives and lives
Of people that are barely five
And blood-splattered walls
Windows draped with intestines
Violence that’s incessant
And death that's excessive