Pigmartyr

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Goretex] Qaballah visits the bad wizards, my visions are cynic Women spirits imprisoned, we tuned in to the newest religion The cruelest incisions, we movin' like licensed physicians We add chemistry, now you're out makin' fights and decisions 200 milligrams, leavin' something nice for the pigeons Stuck on the drug farm, disassociated from livin' The hatred escapes and shatters, when I splatter your fitted Die in a fuckin' minute, some say I'm selfish and witty Ayo, I'm too Satanic, I light a match to the city 50's of sherm, we learn to make grace for the pretty Slaves for the sickly, dominatrix mind, titties are hung and pierced up She likes getting the casket's ears up The ceremony, authors of sin, Gore to begin Hallucinatin' cyborg, absorb the poison in skin Headbands like Jimmy, I turned and rape little Whitney The priest can suck a dick, we packin' meat cleavers and Phillys Sanitation's here, see you to the dump in the morgue Human dumped here, I probably pump shots in your corpse The giggle, return of the scumbags, left with the blood tricklin' Gaspin' for air, suffocation close, the mud's thickenin' [Verse 2: Necro] You're wishin' that I be dead So you get to spend the rest of your life in a bed With a kitchen knife in your head Bury you deep in mud, we keep it crud We do worst than beat you up, we graffiti up the streets in blood You got beef, you roll deep and you comin' with thugs? You'll be a hundred motherfuckers, runnin' from slugs Why is life a beast? People dyin' for peace? Full fledged riots fightin' police Feel the fire scald your veins As the flames burn your brain till only charcoal remains Let my words beat you to death, eat the flesh Like a million maggots, Brooklyn's streets are depressed Bleedin' everyday from the stress Pick up the TEC, stick up your neck, rip up the deck Necro's verses on cassette strangle you while you breathe Victim left with no air in the chest Jig 'em and jet, then prepare to be blessed Bludgeon your chest, cover your neck For all of you to front, you cunts I tell you only once: You might get punched and squanched into a drunk hunch Against a pair of lungs and a snitch's tongue If you feel you're too young don't say something dumb 'Cause death is right behind your shoulder And you can say: I told you! The climate could get colder, so strive to live older DIE!