Lyrics
I'm carvin' a carcass
I'm a starving artist
Like Emerson, Lake & Palmer when they recorded Tarkus
I'm a commando knocking you out like Fernando Vargas
Similar to Brando in Apocalypse
I'll burn you like the eyes of cyclops when he drops his shades
You can't stop the blades
You get crushed like you're in the back of a garbage truck
Now you just cartilage
Mushed like the Battle of Carthage
My archers bring carnage upon my arch enemies
Sacrifice like a Partridge
Calico cartridges are a God's gift during beef
With 15 cats where 16 caps wouldn't do it
I need at least 150 rounds to lay them all down
Dead forever
Exposing their red fluid
Boxes of bullets for coppers and oxes
Obnoxious
Rockin' a wool rich Arctic jacket
With a doo rag over my optics
Ratchet
Glock cocked ready for action
Like Seagal
Force you to pop locks 'til you fracture you bones
I manufacture the dopest narcotics to hit since crack hit the streets
In capsules a few years after Blondie's Rapture
The flow is South of Heaven
Satanic underground
Death metal rap
Progressive verbal shredding
South of Heaven
Street shit
You know the steelo
I'll be stabbing you in the jugular vein of your neck
like Joe Pesci in the beginning of Casino
I got a bad blood fetish
Split open your lettuce
And bust through your whole crew like Jerome Bettis
The police dread us
We're sick and elusive
Who put massacres on the channel with news clip
Don't you slip
The tyrants are waiting for your downfall to shove many blades in
Straight up degrading
Spittin' the hardest
Shit you ever heard turned you into a carcass
Marxmen, hand-gun's licking at random
Empty out a clip then dip like a phantom