Bullituary (Remix)

Lyrics

Ha Ha. Only true, only true Obituary and Diablo D, Skinner T Wants some pleasure Bastard cycle Profession of a make of myself Well with a spell...clocked in Evil men, evil deeds, evil time to grieve To kills fells With a deal, with the bloods all stale Fell A thousand caps of hell On the wheel of the women Apocalypse I'll split this shit or I'll take your life Either way you shoot it, you know it's all child's play Hey, I'll make you say Leave that guy alone Bring him along and bring him to a new home In the darkest depths of hell I call your bluff, so you'll bounce like breasts I got a back like a tree and arms are like a fuckin' chests So who the fuck would have guessed I call the bug. I'm a Johnny Quest I'm obsessed with a bitch in your nest So gamble the rent I figure show the bitch the bastard, when you go packin' Go packin' with a holeproof vest in which We're gutless and heartless. My homestead is heartless Any nigga from the... ...assumption... think we're trolls And I think we take control... Either way I'm taken a shit We can at least shut the door. In case it sounds like a hit I digress, here I go again, with the tall breath Sickle cell the proud, all your lyrics for your death So keep yourself open. I come and puke So looking like you're smokin', rocks, while I'm broken You're broken and choken. Ha, you're soaken Stuck my hand out like a vulcan Spock did he box. ...the voicebox... you're funny The other day I ain't no heartbreaker, but I won't be by Once more fry. ...to for... box So my body could be disintegrated and it hurts to hold my madness Destiny, feel disgrace I'm the one that's fallen I'm the one in pain I'm the one that's going Forces decay in pain, by the light Bullituary, Obituboys Bullituary, Obituboys Suffer is cold Bullituary, Obituboys Bullituary, Obituboys There's colors See it in his face Drifting through the sorrow The visions yet display It strips the soul completely empty Sirens rage in vain Drifting through the sadness Violence fills the sky Torturing, the voice rang out My servants, they are blind Check out his head blow. Cock like a reload... I'm the man with hands. Suffer is cold My blood's flowing... ...slice you...an amateur ...breath it... Searing his face Madman. I'm the bitch, fuck a dumptruck Soapbox... a flesh eating virus, Osiris A tiller, the champion blood spiller, Godzilla Fortified breakfast miller, a killer An animal, I hand them all an animal I manhandled... drowning...other's records So check it... ...these days, hell I excel, I'm cataclysm Ha, I best it, I cross it. The acid I drop it I ...it, stop it. While you bob it I make a... with this shit and then I sharp it, yeah Bullituary, Obituboys Bullituary, Obituboys Yeah