Rozz Dyliams, Insane Poetry, Scum - Endless Tunnels Of Gore lyrics

It's Insane Poetry, master Yoda of dark rap
See a side in audio dyin'
To cut your body slow
I am butcher knife music
Seen in panoramic vision
Comin' at you from all angles
I hope God's angels got you as
My knife strikes across your epidermis
Pulling your flesh open with pliers
Just to check the surface
Open, scopin' inside your body's interior
The Unsubs, LSP, everybody's inferior

Rozzy is a rich bitch killa, I'm for real
Jumpin' up outta the bushes pig father
Make 'em squeal
A Class of Nuke 'Em High byproduct
What's the deal? You know the saw and axe
So I'mma show you how it feel
All I wanna do is watch
Your fuckin' blood spill


I must welcome you to Hell
To the Kingdom of the shells
Nowadays everybody is a wicked rapper
But growing up
All of my favorite wicked rappers
Taught me how to kill
Still kickin' that old-school
Wicked shit funk
OG, Acid Rap, bumpin' out the hooptie trunk
Every night is Devil's night with Dr dylan
You get stuck fuck a nun & carve a triple
Six across her stupid cunt
What the fuck you want?
Why you wanna target me?
Kill 'em all, Capital D, psycho sick insanity
It's killin' season
And I'm street sweepin', with the reason
Cause in my hood, crack is always in season
No sir, officer, I don't have no drugs
The only drug I have is senseless hate
But, you already know what's up
Then I rotated my body
Reachin' for my registration
When I turned around
I shot him in the motherfuckin' face
And got up out the car all frantic
Called up Ivan in a panic
You try livin' with these
Voices in your head, no I can't stand it
Now it's ringin, but he
Ain't pickin' up though, son of a bitch
I got myself together and threw
My phone in a ditch
Slow it down, get it together Dylan
Why the fuck would you do that?
It's just called being crazy
But I guess I already knew that
Is it really worth it
To go through with that?
Yes, when you see a pig
With his wig blew back

What the fuck is cooking over
There? I smell the bacon
Rozzy got the uzi, pig is down
His life got taken
Pullin' a motherfucker over
Creepin' up from the back
Was a really bad decision
Now his vision fades to black (Black)
Blackened alley rolling, holdin' a pistol
That's a throwaway
Me and a pistol loaded off the
Jäger there is no way
Just like Insane Poetry to
Reason with the psycho
Hella faded, contemplated homicide
Inside the mind, go
To a middle school where all the
Blood will shed at recess
Makin' a fuckin' mess when the butchers
Rip them kids to pieces
Feces smell like roses when
When compared to decomposing
Cut-up bodies in my trunk
To them, my business stuck they nose in

R-O double Z, rising out the Dead Sea
Kicking the fucking wicked shit ever since
I was a baby G killer, crazy killing
It was Scum and Insane Poetry
Only bodies left behind and nothing
Ahead but torture meat
What you know about the sickness
What you know about this?
Rest in piss, I'm a homicidalist
I ain't swinging fists, if you wish to live
Don't get me pissed
Coming up outta the mist
I'ma drag them back to the abyss

Team Snuff leavin' everything cut
Watch me guillotine up this
Lil Philippine slut
From the red market, fresh meat
Sexy as fuck, though rozz, bind her wrists
Scum and I will cut low
Right around her ankles, if you must know
We geeked off the blood flow
Have bodies delivered by the truckload
On YouTube
You can witness us bludgeon a whore
Triple MFD and Rozz's endless tunnels of gore