Boar’s Head

Lyrics

[Guru scratches: Watch this] [2007 version scratch: Crack] Get outta bed with razorblades under the tongue Young Mortician hands, everything I spit is a drug A fuckin' body bag with 42 slugs, ceremonial mugs My grimace is wicked, your carcass gets a hundred slugs I hug the block with mask and gloves That means I'm rockin' denim, you faggots, you maggots gets yo' case done My flows is sedative, highly imperative Closed caskets, your face is pussy, piss on your sentiments It's like your fame with magazines straight imported from Turkey They call me Boar's Head; they worship the Gore, you bitches worship me It's okay, the Black Mass is arsenal leather It's only crack sells, the money disease battered the reverend This is South to Heaven, stompin' on your Christ delusion Watchin' you move, Mafia shoots the Don Deli goods kill your movement This is death improvement, take it to the barrel Fuck around cut out your apple, scumbag