Carnivores

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just gonna bash your brains in... I'm gonna bash 'em right the fuck in! [Verse 1: Necro] I'm living a Mondo life Packing a Tantō knife, it's sharp like an anaconda's bite You get stomped in a fight I love mentioning weapons Enter the ring, steppin' on your skull We do demented things when reppin' Satanic like a cleric, leavin' your mom hysteric Shank your face with a kitchen knife 'til ya look like John Merrick I'm full of gore, brutal like a Pitbull's jaw Belligerent like demons that pull you to the floor It's Mordechai, back from the dead, crackin' ya head Open with a pipe, gettin' hype, back-up what you said I'm like a skeleton covered with rotted skin I got a grin, shankin' you 'til I murder you 'cause I gotta win Packin' a metal barrel under my ghetto apparel Pull out and blast you fast, that's how I settle battles I would've loved to stick up Jesus Give up the Bible, choppin' ya clique up into pieces [Verse 2: ILL BILL] There come a time when the throne will become a prison Kill your idols and shoot the television, goon is in Glenwood The truth is I live for the Art of War I'm a ground zero Brooklyn carnivore, my opposition signing off Forefathers, given these 9's from another war Future primitive, Stargate, through another door I'm a king, my harem equipped it with a hundred whores Crush our enemies, drink out of cups made of skulls Obey laws like the Vikings that came before A natural like lightning I came forth from the storm I've been a soldier before the time of creation's dawn Ate from the Tree of Life and cut my tongue on the thorn I fire pistols like Brian Nichols Get the drop on you like suicide bombers on bicycles Colder than icicles Explode raw, we pro-war, coke snorts Spun the fuck out sorta like Mike Tyson on Zoloft [Verse 3: Goretex] I'm the Palm of Ramirez, my arms and bombs for gear-heads Decapitated, collected and wrapped like deers' heads Back with axes, diseased tongue, I'm a tapeworm The Zombie Ritual killer drillin' ya face-first I leave ya brain chilled, soakin' in Absinthe Light you up in flames, same scene, chokin' on matches Impaled Nazarene, Cold Lake Your corpse'll shrivel up like an old cake Swept off a the table, mortuary fate Arteries shake on a blade that glistens Gore bids, morbid kids who never break traditions Deface humanity, my serum is as ancient as Christians My sanity's off-vision, smiling at every incision You coughing up lungs, splattered with the matter and bugs Bury you dead with ya head oozing off ravenous drugs Magic in slugs, cadavers getting hammered with gloves Sanitation's here to bury actors in backs of the truck [Verse 4: Mr. Hyde] The Lord of Illusion, swords cause contusions Gore's what you're choosing, blood-soaked conclusions Armies of darkness ravage your carcass Death nailing arches, damaging targets Creep with the creatures beneath the fog Make preachers lose their belief in God Teeth in your chest as you reach for your weapons Undead zombies eat your intestines Run through the streets, a marathon of C.H.U.D There's no escaping the amazon of blood You're powerless to fight, devoured by the night No guts left in sight, disemboweled by a knife Locked in my dungeon for months at a time Then chopped into bunches of chunks when you die Exploit your corpse, but gotta be cautious To be sure, of course, watch you rot 'til I'm nauseous! [Outro] I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just gonna bash your brains in... I'm gonna bash 'em right the fuck in!