Circle of Tyrants

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Necro] Yo, I'm like a dead corpse crawling out the dirt, on some zombie shit Aiming for your neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect My brains incorrect, traumatize you in a sec My rap's are like crack in a deck, Satanic intellect Slaughters you, I got more for you Gore for you, your flesh is sorta blue You'll be begging someone to pull me off of you When I'm stabbing you, I offered you a chance to leave You'll only understand when you bleed, there's no talking to you Just shoving a fork in you, who the fuck you talking to? I'm pure death in a flesh, I'll arrange a coffin for you My knife packing status, got you shook A lot of crooks'll respect my rep, step, kid, I advise you not to look Turn your head, or you'll turn up dead Put you to sleep inside a burning bed, learn from what I said I'm mushing your peeps, then I'm squishing you deep Beneath, where the deceased, rest in peace [Verse 2: Mr. Hyde] Hyde, injure you with ninja crews, contemplate what sin to do Negotiate with Satan, 'cause it's his decision too Hold a sword like Ghost Dog, leaving blood and gross gore So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in most morgues So jagged and decrepit, kid, that the maggots rejected it I dumped it in the sea and killed all life except for squid (What) Walk the wrong path, deviated by demons While you faggot motherfucks inebriated by semen Lure you into my web, change your corduroys to red Then look for you to find you in the mortuary dead Fill the clip up with the lead and put the biscuit to the head After I ripped you up to shreds I'll take a sip of what you bled Don't ever try and hawk or rip 'cause I don't wanna talk I'll play the kind of sport to where you catch a tomahawk Open up your skull, fragments falling to the ground Take a toke and sniff a pull like your drawn to the sound [Verse 3: Goretex] Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the guns Y'all tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip It's awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit We celebrate with Henny blood shakes that render me sick Whatever ya fix, get fitted with a milli or chrome Rap Vinnie Jones, I dis-attach, snatch from the bone And ate the last witnesses, K'd out on medicine Health nut, crush up my wheat germ, chase it with Heroin Guerrilla biscuits, busting your windpipes into splinters Another thing that corpsepaint in the frost of the Winter Circle of Tyrants, rockin' inverted cross iced-out Blood Farmer, two in your face, get erased, lights out Spikes out for dish rags, keep 'em on the hip like shit bags You don't want it, fag? Get left in the bubble, covered, my shooter fair State bent like breathing rubber, so be advised Lucifer's Rising, the Invocation of My Demon Brother [Verse 4: ILL BILL] Splattered in blood, battle my thought patterns with drugs Morbid visions of cadavers ravaged by maggots and bugs Beetles crawling out of your eye sockets Pus pouring out of your mouth on top of dry vomit Billions of body bags, blood-drenched battlefields Big butcher knives, you fucking faggots You get your fucking face erased from your cabbage Tangled and gored on top, half of your body hanging off the door Spasm and splash your organs across the floor It's death, the slug hit the bulletproof vest I took from the policeman after I blew off his head We knights of Satan serving Satan's Sadists God is an atheist, you fucking idiots, your bitches give brain to us Save yourself, the altar of sacrifice We criminally insane, escaped from Bellevue Sniffing up cocaine, don't even try it It's ILL BILL, the gourmet of violence Donate my brain to science, vacation insane asylums! [Verse 5: Captain Carnage] Come on, come all to my carnival of carnage Where I'll, slice and dice and peel off your shell like an orange I'm too precise not to be nice I nail you like Christ, you'll pay twice the price I'll put, brains on ice For preparation prepare for the separation Of your foundation, so come get your frown basted In hot sauce, I roasted like hot dogs on an open fire, I'm a trig like Myer But don't anile the entire picture, 'cause I hang you like fixture so when you enter the mixture Use extreme caution, because it only takes one portion To form an abortion with the steel that I force in You feel lost when you get tossed in the bottomless gorge The Heroin horde got guns and swords (Swords, swords, swords)