Donnie Menace, James Joyce, The Squatch, Jakprogresso - Killing Field lyrics
[Donnie Menace, James Joyce, The Squatch, Jakprogresso - Killing Field lyrics]
I eat body parts for lunch and
Store blood in my thermos
Back sore from making forceful
Love to a virgin
Eyes bright white from the spirit's
That I summon emerging
Guzzling red rum to the line and
Now my stomach is burning
Killing your mother's mother
No drug dealing, i'm bagging grams
Surviving time with me
You don't have half a chance
Bitches get snatched up and shackled
In the back of vans
And stashed in my attic to get their
Fat cut like an Atkins plan
I'm a cross between Edward
Gein and Dapper Dan
Tossing corpses like bags of sand
Into a wood chipper
Prefer the bodies to be hanged and slain
It looks better cut 'em from neck to cunt
It makes the blood gush quicker
You'll get a cut throat for
Pretending that you cutthroat
In my front yard using your large
Intestines as a jump rope
What's a saint to a
Demonic entity? Corrupt soul
You think you cut from the gym
I'm severing your muscles
This the killing field
I'll come and show you what a killer feels
Mentally warped
I can't tell what's fake and tell what's real
Nobody's safe when I'm steady creeping
Possessed by demons
Sleeping with body parts
Madly I rest in pieces
This the killing fields
I'll come and show you what a killer feels
Mentally warped
I can't tell what's fake or tell what's real
Midnight marauders, late night lurkers
It's always kill kill kill
Kill murder murder murder
In a church yard, where Molly lies
I know a witch with a boxcutter tongue
My story declutter
But before I leak like Sybil, open
Mics with gigantix switch suction cups
Furious off white lines
A flash turned grandmaster like Melle
You want me dead?
(Word) That's endearing you know me
I'm slurping up on drugs and not
At home like the Hotel Chelsea
I got the skeleton of Gerald Gardner and I've
Got a belt under my arm taking selfies
Punk SLC, tongue collapsed in jelly
Hell will breed
Ill grammar my head bigger than Kelsey's
Fuck the wealthy I'll be knee
Deep in a baptism
Chewing my own tongue, drooling, help me
My ma brainsick like group homes
Staring at text patterned color
Bars on the telly
We recon waiting for the heli
One freestyle from me's like a burning deli
This the killing fields
I'll come and show you what a killer feels
Mentally warped
I can't tell what's fake and tell what's real
Nobody's safe when I'm steady creeping
Possessed by demons
Sleeping with body parts
Madly I rest in pieces
This the killing fields
I'll come and show you what a killer feels
Mentally warped
I can't tell what's fake or tell what's real
Midnight marauders, late night lurkers
It's always kill kill kill
Kill murder murder murder
A lady had low self esteem, she's too hefty
I raped her as God's way
Of saying she's too sexy
Never selfish, firm believer of give to get
You get to give birth to the
Worst your life is the debt
Babies quieted by cries of they mothers
Not the first one
True strength relies on the numbers
One would consider the runt of the litter
Not James, drain it's blood, it's sustenance
We divided the others
Bred to be numb, endure through the pain
Harvest any hardship
Harden any part that is fragile
As they procreate they too will do the same
Nothing special
Vessels born to star in a battle
Earth's a ball of shit
My seeds bloom to consume every inch of
Her skin taking all of it
Beware the strangers words, don't fall for it
He isn't truthful
He's gonna introduce ya to the killing fields
Store blood in my thermos
Back sore from making forceful
Love to a virgin
Eyes bright white from the spirit's
That I summon emerging
Guzzling red rum to the line and
Now my stomach is burning
Killing your mother's mother
No drug dealing, i'm bagging grams
Surviving time with me
You don't have half a chance
Bitches get snatched up and shackled
In the back of vans
And stashed in my attic to get their
Fat cut like an Atkins plan
I'm a cross between Edward
Gein and Dapper Dan
Tossing corpses like bags of sand
Into a wood chipper
Prefer the bodies to be hanged and slain
It looks better cut 'em from neck to cunt
It makes the blood gush quicker
You'll get a cut throat for
Pretending that you cutthroat
In my front yard using your large
Intestines as a jump rope
What's a saint to a
Demonic entity? Corrupt soul
You think you cut from the gym
I'm severing your muscles
This the killing field
I'll come and show you what a killer feels
Mentally warped
I can't tell what's fake and tell what's real
Nobody's safe when I'm steady creeping
Possessed by demons
Sleeping with body parts
Madly I rest in pieces
This the killing fields
I'll come and show you what a killer feels
Mentally warped
I can't tell what's fake or tell what's real
Midnight marauders, late night lurkers
It's always kill kill kill
Kill murder murder murder
In a church yard, where Molly lies
I know a witch with a boxcutter tongue
My story declutter
But before I leak like Sybil, open
Mics with gigantix switch suction cups
Furious off white lines
A flash turned grandmaster like Melle
You want me dead?
(Word) That's endearing you know me
I'm slurping up on drugs and not
At home like the Hotel Chelsea
I got the skeleton of Gerald Gardner and I've
Got a belt under my arm taking selfies
Punk SLC, tongue collapsed in jelly
Hell will breed
Ill grammar my head bigger than Kelsey's
Fuck the wealthy I'll be knee
Deep in a baptism
Chewing my own tongue, drooling, help me
My ma brainsick like group homes
Staring at text patterned color
Bars on the telly
We recon waiting for the heli
One freestyle from me's like a burning deli
This the killing fields
I'll come and show you what a killer feels
Mentally warped
I can't tell what's fake and tell what's real
Nobody's safe when I'm steady creeping
Possessed by demons
Sleeping with body parts
Madly I rest in pieces
This the killing fields
I'll come and show you what a killer feels
Mentally warped
I can't tell what's fake or tell what's real
Midnight marauders, late night lurkers
It's always kill kill kill
Kill murder murder murder
A lady had low self esteem, she's too hefty
I raped her as God's way
Of saying she's too sexy
Never selfish, firm believer of give to get
You get to give birth to the
Worst your life is the debt
Babies quieted by cries of they mothers
Not the first one
True strength relies on the numbers
One would consider the runt of the litter
Not James, drain it's blood, it's sustenance
We divided the others
Bred to be numb, endure through the pain
Harvest any hardship
Harden any part that is fragile
As they procreate they too will do the same
Nothing special
Vessels born to star in a battle
Earth's a ball of shit
My seeds bloom to consume every inch of
Her skin taking all of it
Beware the strangers words, don't fall for it
He isn't truthful
He's gonna introduce ya to the killing fields