Burn the Groove to Death

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, insult to call your future's casket I'mma break a cassette tape and stab you with the plastic So bleed beautifully, roll up your shirt, strap on a belt Start shootin' me, but draw no blood Creep like a water bug Peep the gore through blood, roll with a horde of thugs Necro; the lord of drugs Pay me for death till you got one brain cell left No fib, you're in a prison up in your crib Yo, you dead, kid, no breath, grotesque 'til death I'll leave my beef bloody I cook it red, your future is as good as dead I'll shove my blade in, so you could fade out You're trapped in a time that's played out, go check the date out You're a pussy that no one ate out, while my brains on fast forward You're a victim and you don't even know it The evil poet, you got no hands You can't catch it when I throw it Depression makes you cut dimes Until your brain crashes like the streets without traffic signals and stop-signs 'Cause everyday, is judgement day for me 'Cause humans that don't know me get scared and run away from me It's trife, hate holds the remote control to life Channel your energy, cut through your foes like a soldier's knife While the average front, I'm on a never-ending scavenger hunt I'd rather be blunt so violate the fact you wanna die is great Watch me annihilate I got your sanity inside a jar and I'm dropping it off the Empire State 'Cause you touchin' the mics injustice, in muskets we trust, kid, so bust clips The verbal salt in my philosophy is molten 'Cause my pupils can only see a world unwholesome, insulting, repulsive, revolting Let's risk it for piles of green, with, sadistic violent schemes Twisted like silent screams, I have a determination in Seeing your termination through extermination, cold like a frozen igloo Your rubber room is closing in on you The chosen jig you, death, is, fucking you insane You'll get nothing from my pockets The only thing you got sewn up is your eye sockets So play dead as I color you blood red Give up the bread or I'll put a hole in your fuckin' skull large like a huge alien head Incinerate the beat until it's six feet deep Then do a Jesus on 'em, do a crucifix, repeat, now watch me [Hook] Burn it to the death, kid Send him to the cross, yeah, yeah, yeah Burn it to the death, kid Send him to the cross, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2] The hourglass is filled with blow, sniff your time away Sink into the snow and suffocate your fate, the mind decays Strain the brain and spine will pay, there's no verbal vermin vaccination I'm doing a life bid in imagination, BITCH, I don't gotta answer you How 'bout I cancel you? Bury you with Satan, smoke up and do a dance for you Morbid shit, peep me boppin' on your guts, G Watch your step, it's slippery when bloody, I'm bleeding sin There's cancer in the air, you'll breathe it in My whole steez is to achieve and win Slice you leave you with uneven skin It's apparent you're transparent you can't conceal your lies You're synthetic like women that are really guys You got Jeff Healey's eyes, fuck you and your cunt group I'll bring murder right to your front stoop, touch you with a comatosin' caress I propose a toast to your death, I hope you'll decompose with one breath I suppose I'll infest, I doubt you're fly Peep the poison, here's enough of an amount to die And the holes in your body; you ain't got enough fingers to count that high After you lose, sparring my team for green, you'll be crying So much your putrid smelling body will be washed clean Rippin' the mic's a lot to do with pride It's necessary to bury, involuntary like mandatory suicide, government style There's nuttin' more fresh than a skull covered with flesh I'm dressed not to impress, I'm cold, laughing G I'm so fly the SWAT team's after me 'Cause everywhere I go, I bring a bloodbath with me Peep the creep creep, yo, hemoglobin's cheap Just look for it, it's skin deep Each nigga next to you got eight accessible pints you can keep Peep the black market, your girl ain't nothin' but a target I'll gemstar you up, mark you with an exclamation Jux you in the jug, and I don't need no explanation It's all sexploitation, my slang has no expiration Bloodied up, you're a sight for sore eyes You'll be screaming for me when your cuts get basted in sodium chloride I'm pulling your cards, kid, I see the Ace of Spades Death is in your future, watch it parade 'til you're faced with blades The reels revealed, your face in the jiffy bag is sealed With a kiss of the deceased, I'm on a H.G. Lewis blood feast I run with the insane type, your life is like water floating down the drain pipe A scream of cries, crack fiend demise Open up your eyes and read between the lies Now flip, imagine light up your kit A whole drum kit, 'til there's no life in it And spike him good to two pieces of crooked wood Now beat me [Hook] Burn it to the death, kid Send him to the cross, yeah, yeah, yeah Burn it to the death, kid Send him to the cross, yeah, yeah, yeah