Goretex, Heavy Metal Kings - Gemini Lounge lyrics

"You ready to uh, go on a, on a
On a contract?" "If the price is right
I'll talk to anybody" "yeah?"
"Sure" "And you mean to tell me that
Your way is nice and clean
And nothing fucking shows up?"
"No it may show my friend, but it's quiet
It's not messy, it's not as noisy
It's not uh you know?"
"yeah but how the fuck do
You put it together like
You know what I'm saying?"
"Well there's always a way where there's
A will, there's a way, my friend"

Yeah, son sloppy off of Percocet
Last time I ran up on him
He was like a nervous wreck
You the type to wear a turtleneck
I ain't choked him out dog
His face ain't even purple yet
Take him to the fire pit and
Watch how much burn he get
Trash-compact the body and compress
Him like a tourniquet
Motherfuckers jelly like the
Four Tops "Bernadette" baptism of fire
These motherfuckers burn to death
Bingmonster got his commissary in his palms
The God speak like it's
Commentary on the Psalms
Chopping of his legs and we burying his arms
Kaczynski in his prime
Cause I'm very into bombs
They loping around like this
Was his own fault
Polite before I kill I greet you a boned jaw
Why would I respond to someone who type soft?
My hitters waiting for you
They turning your lights off!

"Dismembering bodies
Did that turn your stomach?"
"I remember having pizza one day
While we were doing something like that"
"Pizza in one hand chainsaw in the other?"
"No i didn't like chainsaws see
Chainsaws are messy all you get
Is little all over
Me I'd have these little pieces of meat
Now that's a pain in a neck"

While you wonder whether or not I exist
I'mma spray you in the eyes
With a cyanide mist
It kinda smell like lime piff
You be lying stiff
Long time before them nines click
I rob banks with a Macbook
My uncle taught me age thirteen
How the crack cook
Ha! That was my Brooklyn Bar Mitzvah
Where I grew up everybody popped pistols
Hide the nickel-plated Zippo with crack
Underneath the park bench in
The potato chip bag
March of the SOD brutaler than Anthrax
Shooters in dad-caps, troopers in gas masks
Killing's my business like Megadeth
Kill you with a couple of
Lines like a Frazetta sketch
I spit raps that resemble death
Septagram, a fish tank full of severed heads

"Murderer?" "Yes"
"Drug dealer?" "Yes"
"Thug?" "Yes"

"Only fucking thing I don't understand
Don't you use a fucking
Piece of iron to get rid
Of these fucking people
You use this fucking cyanide?"

"Why be messy? You do it nice and calm
You put that stuff in the mist
You spray it in somebody's face
And they go to sleep"

What's in the black Army
Jacket cause seizures
My projects staying hot at
Night like upper Egypt run up on priestess
Tel-Aviv heaters and beepers
Obese like Ralphie May
In the scare with street sweepers
Impaled features, Sean Penn is the lawyer
What we do to your face
Like what the surgeon did to La Toya
Cats ploy for the cameras
Stretched jeans and bandanas
Styrofoam over the barrels
Deserts and sledgehammers
Captive of Sin rock a
Gauntlet like Hellhammer
Heavy metal said you active like Gilda Radner
We go to warfare, caps at your gallbladder
I keep the Maccabees close just
Like a tour banner
Murderfest with Nocturno Culto
We wrap the body up in the sunburned Volvo
Disembowel these rappers in suit's
Like Chaz Bono black Kronos
Up in your crib with eighty cholos

"While he was in the middle of
Conversation I shot him, uh
Two or three times in
The head, I don't know which one, and
I spit on him it was nothing
It was like I just played a baseball game
Cause I was a big baseball player
And, uh, I had a cheeseburger, double cheese
I can tell you what I had, coke and fries"

"He says he actually enjoyed murdering
One man so much
He wished he could do it again"