Twiztid - Feed the Beast lyrics
[Twiztid - Feed the Beast lyrics]
And I'm eatin' up your pussy rappers
Like I was a cervical cancer
I keep slaughterin' emcees and feedin' to
The beast with their carcass
And ain't a motherfucker alive who could
Finish off what we started
Broke hearted in bullet till I
Black hearted it fully
Ready to end somebody's life
Off bein' someone prematurely
The reaper's comin' early
In the form of the twins
We're bringin' the darkness
Like we stitched up both of your eyelids
And the minions
They just want us to keep feedin' the beast
Screamin', "Gimme blood, gimme souls
Gimme a rapper to eat!"
I've been unleashed
Like a pitbull who ain't been fed in a week
Roamin' the streets I'm gland pressure
Like I'm stoppin' a leak
And I give a fuck about a daydream
Cause it's done when I speak
And the last thing on my
Motherfucking mind is some sleep
And I'm designed to be unkind to the
Ones who find that I'm not blind
And I see everything you doing, bitch
Welcome to my food line
(So feed the beast) when you eject light
(Feedin' to the beast)
You have embraced darkness
(So feed the beast) all that's left
(Feedin' to the beast) is we steal the show
We stole the show we stole the show
Time to bless 'em with A game
Cracks in my frame
Look like broken glasses, still he methodic
Rockin' some new frames
We not no name of fifty chains or
Fifteen saves of our throw play
Sick of honorin', one style's the same
Know me and Monoxide killin' it
They salt like water, me and my ninja
A couple villians
One of a kind, not one of a billion
Flow so sick, got a round and pill in
Great way to talk, throw it up
That motherfucker versus us
That's exactly the way they
Envision you gettin' done
Did killed by the man and I press restart
No time (Game is over player one)
We number two, that mean that we the shit
Recovers till live performances to
The way we spit and just like Hammer
You probably cannot touch this
Probably shouldn't
We ain't no shit you wanna fuck with
So feed the beast, give it something at least
Give it war, give it peace
Spiritualism moment, increasing the deceased
Let it know that we're adding
Slack to the leash
And the monster, when it devours
On Parkinson's it will feast
(There's a demon) alive
And breathing inside, better call a priest
They're no longer wanting for darkness
Till bringing slaughter to see
Face the facts, your shit is wacker than wack
Wacker than a wagoon in the back
With a handful of thumbtacks
You're like some fuckin'
Corny wrestling act
When I come back you're like an entree
Terror then in the face of a fat ass
Andre the giant defiant, I'm a rebel
I'm sprung shade
Feeding the people like I was a Gandhi
The wicked shit, I'm not, hey
I'm just a kid from the bow down
Not a sumo, kunane
From my believes (sold out)