Morbid Masterpiece

Lyrics

[Intro] Cinikill and Telly, Blood Freaks, what the fuck [Verse 1] Yo, my name is Cinikill, I'm [?] probably not streets Walking through all the fog, smashing this telly beat I got hatred in my heart, it's [?] chest Living so fucking poor, bitch I'm fucking depressed I'm killing your baby's father, call me Eric Roberts In a really bad movie, everybody got slaughtered Satan hallucinations, triple six with abrasions I'm having visions of carnage writing these demon pages Just a recent life of Corey dying without a story So my strokes in my system I'm looking like Peter Laurie The maniac of this crap, it's sodomizing the track Joe Spinel was my dad so give me the hand clap The demented blood freaks will bludgeon you up on streets Sick and satanic radical store you went to the jeeps Dislocating your pelvises making you scream like Elvis The song is a brutal anthem, a comatose in the phallus Her evil has a new address, call it my lovely home Cinikill is the shooter, I'm splattering blood on poems My pompous gestapo stops, and all of you have nots Humphrey Bogart of riddles, I'll bang you just like the cops [Chorus] My morbid masterpiece will leave you deceased Thanks to the beast, you'll get cooked in the grease Or in the boiling water, you're screaming just like a lobster I can't explain my reaction, envision the lightest monster X2 [Verse 2] Yo, the editor of The Predator, putting that in the senator I'm hurting my secretary, better believe I'm dead in here Cramming her floppy body, I'm back at my maserati Necrophiliac subjects, call me Zombie John Gotti She showin the [?] [?] us around shit, it must have been Beefarino The stinky fumes are reliving in my by myself meaning Shout to Cappadonna for spitting that in the evening The dying will come to life, once they put down the pipe No more living with pain in the middle of the night Ram soaker creates an ogre, just to train him with soldiers Frankenstein of combat, I'll chop up the organ donor Elf revenge is like medics, taking out my appendix Screaming for [?] taxes, death will be your dependent Another accounted murder, the demon deferrer Adolf Hitler of Heaven turn into oven burners [Interlude] Fucking morbid masterpiece right here I'm fucking cooking up some sluts Fucking Blood Freaks, what the fuck [Chorus] My morbid masterpiece will leave you deceased Thanks to the beast, you'll get cooked in the grease Or in the boiling water, you're screaming just like a lobster I can't explain my reaction, envision the lightest monster X2 [Outro] What the fuck, fucking Blood Freaks (Morbid masterpiece) Cooking up some fucking sluts