Circle of Tyrants - The Chosen Few lyrics

I see visions from beyond the grave
Tyrants on thrones made of arms and legs
I’m in a Benz powered by the hearts of men
We the chosen few
We swim among the sharks again
We the murderers in your crib with
A shotgun to your head
Ski mask on, Mexican wrestler steez
Lucha libre
Goons and creeps squeeze off UZI's and AK’s
We maintain, we play the game
Raising the stakes
Raised by a nation of snakes
Fascinated with hate
Sub harmonic, politicking, guns, and chronic
Pussy and tonic, vodkanomics
Orgies with Playboy models accomplished
Mosh pit's in front of ten thousand kids
We’re the most brolic, we Soulsonic
Ultra magnetic
You get your fucking head split
Like Necro said, I need drugs, faggot
We negative we’re number one with hollow
Tip bullets and bangers
Leave you looking like Budd Dwyer
In front of the cameras

In the previous chapters of my
Life I was mischievous
Running with gun clappers
Packin' knifes and meat cleavers
Doing devious shit you’d see on
CBS News at night
Guess what? I’m still on that Brooklyn BS
I’m into the exciting aspects
Of blasting TECs and fighting for respect
Fuck getting my ass kicked
I’m slashing your neck before
Entering a casket
I’m cashing a check for a million
I’m a demented bastard
The inventor of Death Rap shit
With the incentive to blend Hip
Hop and metal riffs
Connecting with legends, mergers
And acquisitions that make killings like
Murders and apparitions
Disaster funk my gats get crunk
We’re killing rats
I’ll leave you like Billy Batts in the trunk
We’re on the other end of the spectrum
I recommend you rock this shit
Till your nose bleeds from deviated septum

Brain-splattered butchery, bloodbath and bile
We stomping through your hood
With guns blasting wild
SMG’s, nobody fucking with me
The slug-chucker release
You’d better duck near a tree
Hold heat like summer time
Bullets from my gun’ll fly
Torture you in intervals
It takes a corpse to mummify
Shove my blade in your waste
I’m as dangerous as AIDS
It’s amazing how my 12 gauge
Split's open your face
Get yourself a better vest
Got Berettas and TECs
That’ll have both of your arms
Crossed like the letter X
Kid your jewelry’s lusted so
You’re brutally busted
Fucking shooting a musket 'cause it’s
Cool to be dusted
Beautifully rusted box cutters’ll catch ya
All over your chest just to
Spill out your ketchup
Your heart’s missing blood 'cause I
Sipped it with straws
Take a clip out my Taurus
Then I’m licking it off
Your whole view might distort when
You spew pints and quarts
If you don’t find the gauze
It’s true life is short
Known to blaze you with slugs and
Fucking break a few jugs
There ain’t no telling what my
Cranium is capable of
I’ll probably pull and bust 8
Through double bullets up-state
Come back and have your fucking
Wifey full of duct tape
Train fucked and raped
Pussy dripping like papaya juice
Cut up her face, all homicide is justifiable!