Rest In Pieces

Lyrics

[Intro: ?] And now with the following collection of ghoulish sounds, you can make your own sounds terrifying and terrible Rest in Pieces, motherfucker [Verse 1] Get the blunt and blow a cloud of smoke Paranoid chiefing your victims paralyzed I sure got my hands grip tight round your throat Bitch, don't act as a fucking joke I crept 'cause you had no hope Locced out, smoked out, darkened shroud With the blade I took I got the heart of a Samurai In the mind of a Vulcan Cut down on my breath and leave 'em headless It's the feeling with the intent of destruction Too many souls locked in my dungeon relieved Step on your function, show you, some real dysfunction Controlling the mind of the weak Try to fight back, but it isn't defeat Lord of the Wicked, can never be beat Roamin' the earth when my work is complete Terrorize, Hell in my brain Creep with me, as we trip through the flames Walk with the dead and we clean up, bring pain Taking your life so this darkness, I gain Evil gains, 6feet, sixs-six shit with the murder trick Fucking these bitches, we leave 'em in ditches We out for some vengeance so you won't talk shit, hoe [Verse 2] Bringin' that funk, that underground sound Poppin' the trunk, we fucking them down Get the fuck out my way, bitch, I'm not known to play Riddin' the hearse, with the thirst then we bound For that darker side, victims can't hide Akoza rolled up that dank When we arrive, we drove the mic Quickly strike, no time to think Fuck da law, break da law, kill them all and be comin' out low Young, wild and violent, just some 90's baby, tryna ball From the streets, say "Fuck some peace" so anarchy is what, I speak In the chamber with the beast, come walk with me a wicked priest Deceased we creep, nameless suspects of a stang Breakin' these bitches, like we are some peeps never showin' No love, then no fuckin' lied Runnin' game, spittin' gain' From the south, so I be sippin' on drank Rippin' brain, pickin' brain Plannin' a hit for the most stalkin' vine No fear, you can enjoy Got no heart in my chest, just a Big Boy You better avoid, do not approach Settin' to me, wrong and get stomped like a roach Never have hope, the future is obvious Youngins will bring in the start of apocalypse Bodies are droppin' and people left gutterless, you piece of shit cause you let us become these [Outro: Scene from "Night of the Living Dead" (1968)] -They are coming to get you, Barbra - Stop it! You're ignorant! -They're coming for you, Barbra -Stop it! You're acting like a child -They're coming for you. Look! There comes one of them now! -He'll hear you -There he comes now, I'm getting out -John