Necro, Mr Hyde, ILL BILL, Goretex, Captain Carnage - Circle of Tyrants lyrics
[Necro, Mr Hyde, ILL BILL, Goretex, Captain Carnage - Circle of Tyrants lyrics]
I'm like a dead corpse crawling out the dirt
On some zombie shit
Aiming for your neck to bite the
Flesh where the veins connect
My brains incorrect, traumatize you in a sec
My rap are like crack in a deck
Satanic intellect
Slaughters you, I got more for you
Gore for you, your flesh is sort of blue
You'll be begging someone to pull
Me off of you when I'm stabbing you
I offered you a chance to leave
You'll only understand when you bleed
There's no talking to you
Just shoving a fork in you
Who the fuck you talking to?
I'm pure death in a flesh
I'll arrange a coffin for you
My knife packing status, got you shook
A lot of crooks respect my rep, step
Kid I advise you not to look
Turn your head, or you'll turn up dead
Put you to sleep inside a burning bed
Learn from what I said
I'm mushing your peeps
And I'm squishing you deep
Beneath, where the deceased rest in peace
Hyde, injure you with ninja crews
Contemplate what sin to do
Negotiate with Satan
Cause it's his decision too
Hold a sword like ghost dog
Leaving blood and gross gore
So disgusting that your corpse is
Not allowed in most morgues
So jagged and decrepit kid
That the maggots rejected it
I dumped it in the sea and
Killed all life except for squid
Walk the wrong path, deviated by demons
While you faggot motherfuckers
Inebriated by semen lure you into my web
Change your corduroys to red
Then look for you to find
You in the mortuary dead
Fill my clip with the lead and
Put the biscuit to the head
After I ripped you up to shreds I'll
Take a sip of what you bled
Don't ever try and hawk or rip
Cause, I don't wanna talk
Ill play the kind of sport the
Way you catch a tomahawk open up your skull
Fabrics falling to the ground
Take a toke and sniff a pull
Like your drawn to the sound
Thugs cry blood
Supported by the hemp and the guns
Y'all tempt me to flip
So morbid when I empty the clip
It's awful how we decorate your coffin
Send me the clit
We celebrate with Henny blood shakes
Now render me sick whatever ya fix
Get fitted with a milli a chrome
Rap Vinnie Jones, I dis-attach
Snatch from the bone
And ate the last witnesses
K-ed out on medicine
Health nut, crush up my wheat germ
Chase it with heroin guerrilla biscuit's
Busting your windpipes into splinters
Another thing that corpse paint in
The frost of the winter circle of Tyrants
Rockin' inverted cross iced-out
Blood Farmer, two in your face, get erased
Lights out spikes out for dish rags
Keep 'em on the hip like shit bags
You don't want it fag? Be
Left in the bubble, covered, my shooter fair
State bent, like breathing rubber
So be advised lucifer's rising
The Invocation of My Demon Brother
Splattered in blood
Lather my thought patterns with drugs
Morbid visions of cadavers ravaged
By maggots and bugs
Beetles crawling out of your eye sockets
Puss pouring out of your mouth
On top of dry vomit billions of body bags
Blood-drenched battlefields
Big butcher knives, you fucking faggots
Get your fucking face erased
From your cabbage tangled and gored on top
Half of your body hanging off the door
Spasm and splash your organs across the floor
It's death, the slug hit the bulletproof vest
I took from the policeman after
I blew off his head
We knights of Satan serving Satan's Seders
God is an atheist, you fucking idiots
Your bitches give brain to us
Save yourself, the altar of sacrifice
We criminally insane, escape from Bellevue
Sniffing up cocaine, don't even try it
It's ILL Bill, the gourmet of violence
Donate my brain to science
Vacation in insane asylums
Come on come all to my carnival of carnage
Where I'll slice and dice and peal
Off your shell like an orange
I'm too precise not to be nice
I know you like Christ you'll
Pay twice the price i'll put brains on ice
For preparation prepare for the separation
Of your foundation so come
Get your found basted
In hot sauce I roasted like hot dogs on
An open fire I'm a trig like Myer
But don't anile the entire picture
Because I hang you like fixture so
When you enter the mixture
Use extreme caution
Because it only takes one portion
To perform an abortion with the
Steel that I force in
You feel lost when you get
Tossed in the bottomless gorge
The heroin horde got guns and
Swords swords swords swords
On some zombie shit
Aiming for your neck to bite the
Flesh where the veins connect
My brains incorrect, traumatize you in a sec
My rap are like crack in a deck
Satanic intellect
Slaughters you, I got more for you
Gore for you, your flesh is sort of blue
You'll be begging someone to pull
Me off of you when I'm stabbing you
I offered you a chance to leave
You'll only understand when you bleed
There's no talking to you
Just shoving a fork in you
Who the fuck you talking to?
I'm pure death in a flesh
I'll arrange a coffin for you
My knife packing status, got you shook
A lot of crooks respect my rep, step
Kid I advise you not to look
Turn your head, or you'll turn up dead
Put you to sleep inside a burning bed
Learn from what I said
I'm mushing your peeps
And I'm squishing you deep
Beneath, where the deceased rest in peace
Hyde, injure you with ninja crews
Contemplate what sin to do
Negotiate with Satan
Cause it's his decision too
Hold a sword like ghost dog
Leaving blood and gross gore
So disgusting that your corpse is
Not allowed in most morgues
So jagged and decrepit kid
That the maggots rejected it
I dumped it in the sea and
Killed all life except for squid
Walk the wrong path, deviated by demons
While you faggot motherfuckers
Inebriated by semen lure you into my web
Change your corduroys to red
Then look for you to find
You in the mortuary dead
Fill my clip with the lead and
Put the biscuit to the head
After I ripped you up to shreds I'll
Take a sip of what you bled
Don't ever try and hawk or rip
Cause, I don't wanna talk
Ill play the kind of sport the
Way you catch a tomahawk open up your skull
Fabrics falling to the ground
Take a toke and sniff a pull
Like your drawn to the sound
Thugs cry blood
Supported by the hemp and the guns
Y'all tempt me to flip
So morbid when I empty the clip
It's awful how we decorate your coffin
Send me the clit
We celebrate with Henny blood shakes
Now render me sick whatever ya fix
Get fitted with a milli a chrome
Rap Vinnie Jones, I dis-attach
Snatch from the bone
And ate the last witnesses
K-ed out on medicine
Health nut, crush up my wheat germ
Chase it with heroin guerrilla biscuit's
Busting your windpipes into splinters
Another thing that corpse paint in
The frost of the winter circle of Tyrants
Rockin' inverted cross iced-out
Blood Farmer, two in your face, get erased
Lights out spikes out for dish rags
Keep 'em on the hip like shit bags
You don't want it fag? Be
Left in the bubble, covered, my shooter fair
State bent, like breathing rubber
So be advised lucifer's rising
The Invocation of My Demon Brother
Splattered in blood
Lather my thought patterns with drugs
Morbid visions of cadavers ravaged
By maggots and bugs
Beetles crawling out of your eye sockets
Puss pouring out of your mouth
On top of dry vomit billions of body bags
Blood-drenched battlefields
Big butcher knives, you fucking faggots
Get your fucking face erased
From your cabbage tangled and gored on top
Half of your body hanging off the door
Spasm and splash your organs across the floor
It's death, the slug hit the bulletproof vest
I took from the policeman after
I blew off his head
We knights of Satan serving Satan's Seders
God is an atheist, you fucking idiots
Your bitches give brain to us
Save yourself, the altar of sacrifice
We criminally insane, escape from Bellevue
Sniffing up cocaine, don't even try it
It's ILL Bill, the gourmet of violence
Donate my brain to science
Vacation in insane asylums
Come on come all to my carnival of carnage
Where I'll slice and dice and peal
Off your shell like an orange
I'm too precise not to be nice
I know you like Christ you'll
Pay twice the price i'll put brains on ice
For preparation prepare for the separation
Of your foundation so come
Get your found basted
In hot sauce I roasted like hot dogs on
An open fire I'm a trig like Myer
But don't anile the entire picture
Because I hang you like fixture so
When you enter the mixture
Use extreme caution
Because it only takes one portion
To perform an abortion with the
Steel that I force in
You feel lost when you get
Tossed in the bottomless gorge
The heroin horde got guns and
Swords swords swords swords