Severed Organs

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Necro] The general of graphic violence, bludgeoning, hold grudges Stab shit up, wildness No one budges, vileness, wireless Tireless, jab into your grill, bust it up, stylish Grabbing for the kill, fuck you up nihilist Atheist, anarchist, manifesting my destiny of monarchy Through morbid malevolence, a capitalist Who pops caps at the capital I got an immaculate list of people that need to be killed accurately Like a stake being driven through Dracula, G Precisely murder you nicely, spectacularly Moving like electricity through New York City Expect shitty attitudes when you visit my city, we talk gritty Murdering people on a mic We'll be murdering people in person if we like, if that person's coercing If you're a virgin of bleeding emergency room style, urgently We'll introduce your circuitry to a surgeon [Verse 2: ILL BILL] Slaves of Pain, on Devil's Island like Dave Mustaine Songs remain deranged, my sanitarium is the stage Doomsday for the deceiver, the Cult Leader These legions of true believers of obedient shooters with heaters Listen, it's my heritage to rule the world My army of heretics shall consume the Earth With an uncontrollable storm of abusive words Ideologies of the perverse in Lucifer's church Rape you with chainsaws, orgies with strange whores Fucked her in the mouth until her face tore, I innovate gore The man who put pistols in porn, stuffed dildos in slores Corn on the cobs, baseball bats and a dick of a horse I'll have your gatekeeper licking the floor Face down, ass up, ugly, you love it, bitch, listen some more Hypocritical shithead smile and sit at your door Unable to stop my apocalyptic mission of war We push buttons and piss stupid people off Beat up your favorite rappers we incorrect, politically of course Circle of Tyrants, personify murder and violence And that white powder you love when it burn in your sinus [Verse 3: Mr. Hyde] Homicidal recitals, an icepick in your vitals I spit this sickening script that's contradicting the Bible See, I'm a straight up disease, with a blade up my sleeve We known of spraying police and put your brain in a breeze Supreme serpentine fiend, caught a murder at thirteen Certainly burst threes, skin under your shirt bleeds Tossed off a bridge, no remorse for my sins They'll find your corpse in a fridge at North 4th and Driggs In torturous bliss, I'll force a fork in your tits Screaming are forming from my fists like a porcelain dish It's impossible for doctors to be stitching every wound They'll be rocking your name in an obituary soon Perform your autopsy, speaking in tongues Discard your arteries, heart, teeth, and your lungs We distribute types of death that ain't never been dealt I'll stick you with an icicle so the evidence melts [Verse 4: Goretex] Blood Farmer with the burgundy smock I got a piece of Sharon, thirty-five years in the box, ready to rock Murder Junkies stay chillin', my coroner's here often Drilling coffins, turning the cold limp into corpses Drug orgies keep the Morphine drips Northern Winds, all I hear is the metal dumping out clips, pumping out hits 'Til my ears bleed, we eat through your chops, fuck calling cops I'm like the Birdman Scissor dub mixed with Gorgoroth I'm the driller who went ballistic up in Fortunoff's Forty Glocks, saw me in butcher shops with the torture props The gore zenith over drums like Behemoth I'm too sick, hung up body parts, slop in your freezers, anemics Blood squirts through speakers, on stage with cleavers Nobody's evil as us, the game is full of diseases Turn your beige blush, the caked up blood in your carpet You know a man smellin' piss on your corpse like I'm Robert Carving your belly with forks, got flesh in his office Hands of a dentist, mutilated, but never nauseous