Verse 1 (Aud):
Not new to this game, now we're truly insane
It's not about the deets when I say I'm picking your brain
Good luck, break your leg if you try to escape
You're a pain in the neck
That's why I'm chopping your nape
Then carve you with a knife
Man, I've got it all traced
Terrified, it's written all over your face
Machete to your head while you're hands are tied
Know I'm so proud, I'm gonna hold your head up high
Don't test my patience 'cause I got short tempter
Lyrics feel like your body parts are just getting severed
Music to my ears while you're getting dismembered
Courtesy by the one and only Audible Lecter!
Verse 2 (Contemplate):
Decomposed and recomposed
Hit you with a broken bone
Slit your neck with a butcher knife
Horrorcore that's on!
Liquor store, get some more
Spirits that we never mourn
Angels never on our side, they're just on the fucking stalls
We obliged, we denied, execute the undecided
Cause we all Jesus Christ, self-proclaimed in their veins
Genocide on their minds
Religion never been my life
Never thought it was a lie
Fatality, misinformed
Shredded lungs on the corpse
Dislocated bones along
Darkness seeps in to our souls, execute the undecided
Execute the undecided, people are misinformed
Chorus (Fusr, Mellow Marc, Contemplate, Aud):
I'll stab you in the face
Motherfucker, don't talk to me (don't talk to me)
I'ma put you in flames
Do you think this is a game? (a game)
Never trust somebody (never trust somebody)
It may get bloody (it may get bloody)
They might kill you for the money (for the money)
It's not safe for everybody (body)
Verse 3 (Mellow Marc):
Flyin' while seeing all the people dyin'
They're frightened, the security heighten
But no one is guarding
Choppin' body parts like a butcher from an insane asylum
(ayt then)
Stopped on a door with a red paint on the floor
Then I opened it
Inside the room, you can see all the goons
Holding the body of doom
Dragging it outside on a pale afternoon
Looked up while smiling at the sky
While the sun slowly burned there eyes
One said, "hi!"
While (while)
Committing a suicide
Verse 4 (Fusr):
Killing you mentally even with no weaponry
Slicing up my specialty, the recipe, is dead emcees
But I'll only do it lyrically through this melody
'Till my enemies drop down very helplessly
Cheek blow through your throat like Kennedy
Oh, so you a no religion?
You better know bro, cause it cause division
Your mind is like "don’t go!" but your soul won't listen
Man, you can't control addiction
Tell me when you wanna go homie, say it now
Tell me when you wanna go homie, say it now
Tell me when you wanna go homie, say it now
Repeat chorus
