Wax, Android , Bobby Bloodbath - Concerto Del Muerto lyrics

I be like Jésus Chrísto cats are not listo
Wax, I speak so
Reminiscent of a freak show circus master
All these worthless bastards getting
Nervous faster than
A village on the verge of disaster
They need to cry me a
River since rappers spit soft
I bring the grimy deliverance
No need to remind me to shiver
Since I spit the Siberian wilderness
Cold as it gets spit 'til I'm old as a bitch
Not necessarily the sole goal to get rich
But it'd be nice
Man, fuck all of the phony talk
I been grinding for a while like Tony Hawk
If you don't believe me, homie
Walk in my shoes for a day
Listen to the music I play
I been doing this way too long to stop now
It's not that I wouldn't, I just forgot how

It's like the devil gave away his violin
And he never needed it back
But a way to how someone cuts the strings up
For the beats that he feeds to Wax
The world ain't ready for
People this intelligent, pristine in rap
And I'm an idiot
You never wanna worship or offer an
Extra seat in the class
I ran for the student senate
To deliver this movement
This method and invented a
New poetic weapon used
To diffuse my excessive amounts of depression
I sat in the back of the
Class, wearing a dunce cap
Acting stupid until the professor asked
"Can someone explain the elements of music?"
I looked around
Everybody looked completely clueless
I put in this beat
That's when I seen everybody's
Head immediately moving
And bobbin', groovin' and poppin'
Like this was some sort
Of robotically musical eroticness
That evolved from the human consciousness
All the people looked like
Zombies from resident evil
Must've been the sick lyrics that I put
On the record that effected the needle
I cut the beat
They stood up and started applauding
The professor gave me an A+ and said, "Man
Dude that was awesome"

I stomp through the swamp
Of a motherfuckin' comp
Throw your kids to the alligators
Watch 'em chomp
'till they armless, legless, fucked
Up really bad
Torso floatin' like a motherfuckin' lilly pad
(Bitch) rappers want to talk tongue and
Cheek? I'll staple your tongue
To your motherfuckin' cheek 'til you
Can't speak or eat for a whole week
Then I'll throw your grandmother of
Off fuckin' Pike's Peak fuck a tight beat
If it's hot I still hate it
Spit over the track and murder
The dude who made it
Come out of the booth and stab the engineer
Cut off his ear to wear as a souvenir
Osama Bin Laden's my boy
I'll get him on the phone plan another 9
11 on your grandma's retirement home, blaow
Bunch of dead senior citizens
Bobby Bloodbath watch your back, EOM

Motherfucker bobby Bloodbath
Stand the fuck up New York City
By the time you hear this track
All these other motherfuckers, Wax, android
EOM be in the bottom of a river somewhere
With concrete trapped to their fuckin' feet
With fuckin' photographs of their children
All over their fuckin' bodies
Bobby Bloodbath motherfucker stand
The fuck up east New York
Coney Island bitch ass motherfuckers