Belt Parkway

Lyrics

Factory stands, acid in stamps, I'm Exmortis Chalice in plans, it's dancers moonlighting its toilets Slice your wig up, the General So fuck 'em with Gore shit Pretty girls make graves, I kiss 'em once in their coffins A Japanese romance, morbid corpses, I'm twisted, it's often The last one up in the morgue, I'm mad nauseous Rockin' a schmack, wet nurse to pleasure my cock Whether vegetables like Schiavo on pot, ready to pop Smoked the Burning Witch, pregnant bitches lookin' for Mitch You see me sick, nurses pop off, they're lookin' for dick My killers are Crunk from Malibu to kids in the sticks The pre-apocalypse, the last pre-fix killin' your whole shit