The Circle of Tyrants Freestyle 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Circle of Tyrants! Brand new album droppin' this summer Verse after verse of violent shit from New York's best Cop it like a bundle! Now get ready for a highly potent dose of Death Rap... [Necro] I know you hate me - so screw 'em, run up on 'em, kill 'em Break limbs Gracie, we stay putrid like a H.G. Lewis film Color you blood-red: a bedridden tradition Deliver you forbidden hidden written scrolls of dead Egyptian magicians Each word attacks you like a savage venom You're average - you're a waste like a beautiful cadaverous woman Watch out when I get inspired I'm liable to start a religion; fried pigeons and blood dipped Bibles Rebellious out the womb, brainwashing the wack Insult us and we'll bring it you like a posse of bats Moshin' to the track Split you in two like mathematicians do I'm casting for corpses and I'd like to audition you! Keep it very gully like Chazz Palminteri In 'Bronx Tale' - you're buried, we cut through pulmonary Gothic-Rap, Agnostic is probable If God's an alien, Jesus is impossible gospel My goons leave you with jagged wounds, crime is organized We get better; we metamorphosize like maggot cocoons [Mr. Hyde] Your blood is butter on my pancakes Twist you like a staircase Suffocate ya face, you'll feel how breathing without air tastes Brain's temperamental, very Dario Argent-al Hyde: you've heard of me - I'm vengeful Murder-spree central Neurotic, despotic, got a taste for the psychotic My home is a hole with hungry rats like Colonel product Pints of termites, and mice and Tyson meat are right I keep my sights on bludgeoning like eighties Mike Tyson fights Rape and pop ya cherry, hoe We bury foes in stereo To me your life expectancy's predicted to be very low The Circle of Tyrants closing in like hungry hawks Sick murderous pirates comin' for ya mother's corpse