Tools of Torture

Lyrics

[Intro] No more delays No more teasing Time to play Time to die! [Verse 1: Dawtee] I slit throats and I choke emcees Smoke trees, snort coke and provoke police I live broken alone with no one close to me And get stoked when I put my steel toast too deep Krhyme Syndicate with fucking lyrical skillers You won't hear no vanilla, Michael serial killers Hip hop smartest con artist extortion entices Rip your bodies apart with the torture devices I got the hard flow, pull your brains to your nostrils Blowtorch your bitch just like the sea of the hostel Spliff McGriff and Dawtee can do this shit proper With The Skin Poppers and the shit in my pocket I'm explosive, like a giant fireball I leave the gas and your appliance on for the entire song Never will a detective ever crack the cases I'll hack you to pieces and hide the hearts in different places I won't fight fair, I'm the ill rhyme sayer You shit your diapers when you sit on the high chair You cry tears and you fucking hide scared I'll be clear there's no escape from my nightmare I won't fight fear, I'm the ill rhyme sayer You shit your diapers when you sit on the high chair You cry tears and you fucking hide scared I'll be clear there's no escape from my nightmare [Verse 2: Spliff McGriff] The tools of torture: Scalpels, needles and knives You'll scream for people to help you as I skin you alive Rebuild your eyes and stick them up your fuckin' ass You can see where you've been talking so much shit in the past I'm wearin' a mask, so you can't see my face Cuz you don't deserve to see the man controlling your fate With a long rusty blade slashing up your abdomen Grabbin' breakin', snappin' your arm and then I'm stabbin' it I'm laughin because I love to inflict pain on people With a torturous mind, cuz my brain's full of evil I'm lethal when it comes to a pen and a piece of paper Throw a vinyl record at your neck and decapitate ya I rap for danger, you're not the torturous stranger Bringing wack emcees down to my torture chamber If you a psycho as me, no one will ever change ya I'll kill my therapist who's trying to control my anger, motherfucker [Verse 3: C1N1K1LL] You're fake as hell, when the zombies are spittin' nails We punish all the innocent with multiple impales Nightmarish battles, it ended in bloody gallows By (?) C1N1K1LL, I'll put a knife right through your shadow Light the wicket candles and dig a pony rattle My uncle [?] will kill you like the OGs from (?) The teflon (?) don't need you so if you are to beat you The energy will eat you (?) so hard to beat you But I don't let McDowell's with the models and the grottoes Me, DJ Derbo, massacre in El Dorado [?] pick the bodies in the Maseratis Just kept driving off the kick and watch it burn the body You fucking with the monsters [?] monster Kevin Costner Manipulating taxi cab drivers like Jodie Foster My (?) evil [?] as I touch your temple I have a sacred ceremony when I pop a pimple Pimple, yo [Outro: C1N1K1LL] C1N1K1LL, Skin Poppers Krhyme Syndicate, DJ Derbo 2009