Violins of Violence

Lyrics

(Intro) Go home Go now, in peace If you do not go now, you will be buried in this field I've seen enough... blood But if you want more, I can't stop you I can only warn you, that it will be your blood, not ours (Necro) Evil is anointed, get disappointed Guillotine to your spleen You'll get defeated, you can't beat it, join it (What) Death comes in the worst way, through Satanic wordplay Here's a knife in your spine, happy birthday (Bitch) Bile lubrication, crack vial rejuvenation Subdue my patient, persue cremation (Ahhhh) Insert a lance in your back through the circumstance You're dead, over your corpse I do a murder dance (Hahahaha) I'm on some stab you with a shank shit My language is filled with frankness, and anguish, you're anxious Greetings to all cretins, to those bleeding from repeated beatings I'm like a snake in Eden (Sssssssssssssssssssssssss) You're down with Necro, be loyal Or get strangled with a scarf 'til you barf What goes around recoils My conversation disects you like operation My obligation is to kill Nazis with concentration (Kill 'em!) Romance, ain't a slow dance It's a slut with no pants, suckin' and holdin' my dick with both hands (Slut) Put a gun to your pockets My steez would blind the eyepiece of a high priest like the sun to his sockets (Mr Hyde x2) Violins of violence will thrive off destruction It's Necro abduction with Hyde corruption You flirt with escape but that scene's been clipped 'Cause happy endings are not in the script (Necro) I drop English vocab distastefully, gracefully With a machete strapped on my hip, I'm in the place to be Reppin' brutality faithfully My religion's sin Bash a pigeon in, I'm belligerent Peace to all midgets in America With short ligaments, do your thing Size don't mean shit, any nigga could win Talkin' out your ass is great You'll get drastic hate Force you to masticate, a fuckin' plastic plate I got your brain through acquisition Now you're on the streets, smokin' crack on a mission Lookin' like an apparition Your death is like angelic The splatterin' of your guts makes a beautiful pattern - it's psychedelic Kiss your last hundred dollars bye - your wallet's mine Scream, holler, cry, you've been disqualified My demented thoughts need to be vented and sacramented Your tendons blended are splendid (Mr Hyde x2) Violins of violence will thrive off destruction It's Necro abduction with Hyde corruption You flirt with escape but that scene's been clipped 'Cause happy endings are not in the script