Tha Speakerz

Lyrics

[Intro] Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me, for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me, for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear Sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me, for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear [Verse 1: Infamous M] Locusts are swarmin' as we're walking through a portal Abnormal, rippin' flesh from the carcass, it get shown off Vigilante with conscious and and them paid costs Blood drips from the blade of your dead mom It's hauntin' you, now my very gruesome message of my caution too Insert the piece, I still recognize the reel Take the essence of everyone you kill Black Hand shadows, the message of the Labyrinth Creepin' through the windows while takin' from the rapture Dread all the rich, mutilate while we capture Doin' every ritual, it fades into madness The blackness of the caskets, lyin' in the pool, bitch Walk up in the church, who you askin' for forgiveness? Take the mask off, let me show you evil business Take the head off your priest and take a shit down his neck I'm the leader of the lost souls, don't need respect All the listeners rejoice as we murder the subject Recollect the demons, we're indecent as we dissect Night mother calls, that's the feeling of a nightmare Cold air seepin' through an old realm room Nothin' but a shrine of the ravenous doom [Interlude: MC Frank Hatchett] I want to kill you, bitch [Verse 2: MC Frank Hatchett] I'm the gravedigger with the choppin' dust master We hear speakers in the night, mother's passage Children wieldin' double-sided blades Open wide in pain when we buckle tight chains And blast at your dome, tonight, mother's home And everybody here be listenin' like it's close So come along, run along, time for gates Unlike the lames who untied the chains We the speakers for the Black Hand, understand that We're the keepers of the black sand, double-headed axe And the children of night, want more fight Expose your neck, and I'm gonna take a bite of your motherfuckin' flesh Time to take a rest, with the blood-eating veins pumpin' straight to your chest Postmortem, stormin', comin' for your blood Shadows near, prisons waking from the mud [Verse 3: Infamous M] The mortuary where the corpse is buried Put your bloody hand on the corpse's pelvis Take it to the truth, we're the speakers of the Black Hand Livin' in the sewers, people flee when we walk in the shrouded hood I'm off a pound what's good Then I summon up my knife in the spider's blood We're the speakers of the darkness, speakers of the Black Hand Killers in the rap game, killers with the MAC-10