Endless Tunnels Of Gore

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Insane Poetry] It's Insane Poetry, master Yoda of dark rap See a side in audio dyin' to cut your body slow I am butcher knife music seen in panoramic vision Comin' at you from all angles I hope God's angels got you as my knife strikes across your epidermis Pulling your flesh open with pliers just to check the surface Open, scopin' inside your body's interior The Unsubs, LSP, everybody's inferior [Verse 2: Rozz Dyliams] Rozzy is a rich bitch killa, I'm for real Jumpin' up outta the bushes pig father, make 'em squeal A Class of Nuke 'Em High byproduct, what's the deal? You know the saw and axe, so I'mma show you how it feel All I wanna do is watch your fuckin' blood spill I must welcome you to Hell To the Kingdom of the shells Nowadays everybody is a wicked rapper But growing up, all of my favorite wicked rappers taught me how to kill Still kickin' that old-school wicked shit funk OG, Acid Rap, bumpin' out the hooptie trunk Every night is Devil's night with Dr. Dylan, you get stuck Fuck a nun & carve a triple six across her stupid cunt What the fuck you want? Why you wanna target me? Kill 'em all, Capital D, psycho sick insanity It's killin' season And I'm street sweepin', with the reason Cause in my hood, crack is always in season No sir, officer, I don't have no drugs The only drug I have is senseless hate But you already know what's up Then I rotated my body, reachin' for my registration When I turned around, I shot him in the motherfuckin' face And got up out the car all frantic Called up Ivan in a panic You try livin' with these voices in your head, no I can't stand it Now it's ringin, but he ain't pickin' up though, son of a bitch I got myself together and threw my phone in a ditch Slow it down, get it together Dylan, why the fuck would you do that? It's just called being crazy, but I guess I already knew that Is it really worth it, to go through with that? Yes, when you see a pig with his wig blew back [Verse 3: Scum] What the fuck is cooking over there? I smell the bacon Rozzy got the uzi, pig is down, his life got taken Pullin' a motherfucker over, creepin' up from the back Was a really bad decision, now his vision fades to black (Black!) Blackened alley rolling, holdin' a pistol, that's a throwaway Me and a pistol loaded off the Jäger there is no way Just like Insane Poetry to reason with the psycho Hella faded, contemplated homicide inside the mind, go To a middle school where all the blood will shed at recess Makin' a fuckin' mess when the butchers rip them kids to pieces Feces smell like roses when when compared to decomposing Cut-up bodies in my trunk To them, my business stuck they nose in [Verse 4: Rozz Dyliams] R-O-double Z, rising out the Dead Sea Kicking the fucking wicked shit ever since I was a baby G Killer, crazy killing, it was Scum and Insane Poetry Only bodies left behind and nothing ahead but torture meat What you know about the sickness, what you know about this? Rest in piss, I'm a homicidalist I ain't swinging fists, if you wish to live, don't get me pissed Coming up outta the mist, I'ma drag them back to the abyss [Verse 5: Insane Poetry] Team Snuff leavin' everything cut Watch me guillotine up this lil Philippine slut From the red market, fresh meat Sexy as fuck, though Rozz, bind her wrists, Scum and I will cut low Right around her ankles, if you must know We geeked off the blood flow Have bodies delivered by the truckload On YouTube, you can witness us bludgeon a whore Triple M.F.D and Rozz's endless tunnels of gore