Circle of Tyrants - Carnivores lyrics

I'm not gonna hurt you
I'm just gonna bash your brains in
I'm gonna bash 'em right the fuck in!

I'm living a mondo life
Packing a tantō knife
It's sharp like an anaconda's bite
You get stomped in a fight
I love mentioning weapons
Enter the ring, steppin' on your skull
We do demented things when reppin'
Satanic like a cleric
Leavin' 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
Crackin' ya head
Open with a pipe, gettin' hype
Back-up what you said
I'm like a skeleton covered with rotted skin
I got a grin
Shankin' you till I murder you
'cause I gotta win
Packin' 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
Choppin' ya clique up into pieces

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

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
Drillin' ya face-first
I leave ya brain chilled
Soakin' in absinthe
Light you up in flames, same scene
Chokin' 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

The Lord of Illusion, swords cause contusions
Gore's what you're 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 CHUD
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!

I'm not gonna hurt you
I'm just gonna bash your brains in
I'm gonna bash m right the fuck in!