The Cenobites - Slaves lyrics

Ha ha hahahaha
Yeah lot of brothers out there
Take it in the rear
I see you in the clubs you see me
(yeah smoking blunt you straight up cunts)
That's right taking it hard and
Deep in the rear
And getting done by another man
Different skin color
A whole different complexion
(yeah you punk bitchass nigga)
You know what I'm taking about
Hahaahaahahaha forget that man, just drop it
You're getting couped taxes (Kool Keith)
Yo the D is pack downtown with ugly wenches
In New York your stretch marks &
Bumps around them pimple face
Timberland boots won't work with
Them lesbians groups
Cut off from welfare with
Rectums out your underwear


Black hallways your bag are packed
Behind your ass crack
I New York City yourself
Like sanitation clean up
Peepee smells of crutches girls
Smells like seashells
Cut you down off God like clippers
Running up on your weaves
Your flipping kilos stop
Fantasizing metal flower
I'll take your curtains down hide
Behind you in your shower
In the tunnel last night I walk to the right
I saw you with Wendy
That undercover transvestite
Spreading some real raw Yo
Red note some information
She broke out real quick left
Out with a AIDS patient
Got up it's large pumped on a 97
Paola scam describes you for
What rhymes with next
Somebody's out there the streets are
Filled with anal sex
Mad white boys now no white
Now involved with rap
Rednecks on Def Jam my text are
Bound to stop your crap
The Ku Klux Klan belt back with this Arbitron
Just like the Budweiser SuperFest
You become merchandise market at
A fishy price on BET I walk by MTV
Watching booed when they flopped that
White man Bill Bellamy
Through strategic modern slaves
Like Tracy Chapman
You're manipulated like Marvel
Films evaporated
Like steam hot coming through
Your anal stream you dream to be John Gotti
And pose entering a Maserati like Fat Cats
Just sneaking converses plan on your dats
You wanna go to Jack the Rapper faggot
(Just keep it Don, Godfather Don)
Now I just came from Esso
Drinking espresso with a mama with red pull
The trecks owes for heads blown
Incarnated is the mark of 666
Fit's kids quick
The sickness is strictly New York
Newport rhyme nigga
Figure and for emcees starving
He real he's ill like Boston glastoma
Raw shit fast on ya fat ass on a
Cat ass lona half fast gonna
Injecting pity in the city of N-Y m-IE-K-N-Y
Bet he connectical
Another fire on ya wack ass
These streets are filthy
Like ten open asshole grabbing mic
Acting like they rapping tight
This shit is sloppy poppy
When they drop me I drop keys please
These come once in a blue
Sun get the tool please
These fools are dumb
It's the rule of Hip Hop
Flip Flop hit the tip top
My lick drop every time
Your shit clock when it's not real
So the krills flow the guild over
Still you know the deal
Major labels with they tables able to
Put cable on more rhymes making fables
Fantastic plastic culture augmented bullshit
With the bullet you can pull it with the team
Arian auschwitz mouth with Redneck
Ten diseases that turning black artist white
The instance the distance between me and you
Being two true artist minus the artist worked
In faggot show business has no witness
You getting fucked
You liftin' nuts for new cuts
Bad records and videos just
Let me go out on the doorway the hallway
The raw way the hard way a
Dick in your four ways
That causes Syphil-AIDS
Niggas that's fishy pissy paints a no fiction
Even a christian mission comes to
Fruition while you wishing
To listen who bitch and two clip on this
Do licks with
I set it off like techno the tech wo
To wreck foes I select those
And make collect toe
The terror met yo black act
Cold now they get slave on ya Costa Nosta
Most of the real job will kill ya'll
For real hard ya feel scarred slaves
Slaves ahahahahha
Live Trife