Circle of Tyrants - Fender Rhodes Suicide lyrics

The chariots of Satan, bare
Skin, black horses, and swords
Bloodthirsty dogs of war with
Big revolvers galore
We from Glenwood Projects with egos
The size of cathedrals goon flicks
White dudes with afros that's
Wild like Knievel don't eat the brown acid
She devils in bellbottoms dancing
Hippie bitches surround Manson
Underground anthems
Of mainstream massacre Sharon
Tate stomach lacerator fetus remover
Dripping like Eazy-E's activator
Like Mitch Green
My words of intrigue are sharp enough to make
Your wrist bleed that make even
The hottest bitch fiend
And blow dick we so sick
We holding control of your life
In a chrome clip, I blow up your whole shit
We the most focused
Like Mark Storace from Krokus
You're over with
Hit you with flying exploding fists
My flying razors and guillotines
Hoping you quit
Draining what's left of your soul
Till you no longer exist

Gangster guitars, 70s dust shit, pump this!
Stick a needle in, catch a fix
Saxophone and trumpet
Bop to the ride, Fender Rhodes Suicide
Gangster guitars, 70s dust shit, pump this!
Stick a needle in, catch a fix
Saxophone and trumpet
Bop to the ride, Fender Rhodes Suicide

Electric Funeral, doing bong hit's with Iommi
I'm smoked out, zonked, like chrome
Till my eyes are all foamy
El Camino with the dubs coke
Plates for the homies
Dark throne holding it down
I spit a round for the cronies
I'm the king of the park
With the booze and bombs taped to my suit
You're a violent femme
A pussy still unable to douche
All these oxys got me hopped
Up on making the shoot
What I do to your face
You make it seem my arm is the truth
This is my war like Black Flag's
Zipped up in the black bags
Pissing on models pussies
Just look at what the cat dragged
Pentagram behind her ear
Big tit's with a little sag
Young wizard rocking the hand of
Doom with a little skag
My project dwarves with masks
In the paper bags
Buck-fifty turkey and swiss
Two for you and your man
Prime deli, oozing out your skull like jelly
My goons are a threat to the world
We bury you in your Bentley

Gangster guitars, 70s dust shit, pump this!
Stick a needle in, catch a fix
Saxophone and trumpet
Bop to the ride, Fender Rhodes Suicide
Gangster guitars, 70s dust shit, pump this!
Stick a needle in, catch a fix
Saxophone and trumpet
Bop to the ride, Fender Rhodes Suicide