Circle of Tyrants lyrics
Circle of Tyrants lyrics
I’m like a dead corpse crawling out the dirt on some zombie shit
Aiming for your neck to bite the flesh where the veins connect
My brain’s incorrect, traumatize you in a sec
My raps are like crack in a deck, satanic intellect
Slaughters you, I got more for you
Gore for you, your flesh is sort of blue
You’ll be begging someone to pull me off of you
When I’m stabbing you, I offered you a chance to leave
You’ll only understand when you bleed, there’s no talking to you
Just shoving a fork in you, who the fuck you talking to?
I’m pure death in a flesh, I’ll arrange a coffin for you
My knife-packing status got you shook
A lot of crooks respect my rep, step, kid, I advise you not to look
Turn your head or you’ll turn up dead
Put you to sleep inside a burning bed, learn from what I said
I’m mushing your peeps, then I’m squishing you deep beneath
Where the deceased rest in peace
Hyde! Injure you with ninja crews, contemplate what sin to do
Negotiate with Satan, ‘cause it’s his decision too
Hold a sword like Ghost Dog, leaving blood and gross gore
So disgusting that your corpse is not allowed in most morgues
So jagged and decrepit, kid, that the maggots rejected it
I dumped it in the sea and killed all life except for squid
Walk the wrong path, deviated by demons
While you faggot motherfucks inebriated my semen
Lure you in my web, change your corduroys to red
If they look for you they’ll find you in the mortuary dead
Fill the clip up with the lead then put the biscuit to your head
After I rip you up to shreds I’ll take a sip of what you bled
Don’t ever try and walk a riff ‘cause I don’t wanna talk
I’ll play the kind of sport the way you catch a tomahawk
Open up your skull, fragments fall to the ground
Take a toke and sniff a ball, now you’re drawn to the sound
Thugs cry blood, supported by the hemp and the guns
Y’all tempt me to flip, so morbid when I empty the clip
It’s awful how we decorate your coffin, send me the clit
We celebrate with Henny blood shakes that render me sick
Whatever ya fix, get fitted with a milli a chrome
Rap Vinnie Jones, I disattach, snatch from the bone
And ate the last witnesses, K’ed out on medicine
Health nut, crush up my wheat germ, chase it with heroin
Guerrilla biscuits, busting your windpipe into splinters
Another thing that causes pain in the frost of the winter
Circle of tyrants, rock an inverted cross iced out
Blood farmer, two in your face, get erased, lights out
Spikes out for dish rags, keep ‘em on the hip like shit bags
You don’t want it, fag? Get left in the bubble cover, we’ll shoot a fag
Stay bent, like breathing rubber, so be advised
Lucifer’s rising, the invocation of my demon brother
Splattered in blood, lather my thought patterns with drugs
Morbid visions of cadavers ravaged by maggots and bugs
Beetles crawling out of your eye sockets
Pus pouring out of your mouth on top of dry vomit
Billions of body bags, blood-drenched battlefields, big butcher knives
You fucking faggots, you get your fucking face erased from your cabbage
Tangled and gored on top, half of your body hanging off the door
Spasm and splash your organs across the floor
It’s death, the slug hit the bulletproof vest
I took from the policeman after I blew off his head
We knights of Satan serving Satan’s sadists, God is an atheist
You fucking idiots, your bitches give brain to us
Save yourself, the altar of sacrifice
We criminally insane, escape from Bellevue sniffing up cocaine
Don’t even try it, it’s Ill Bill the gourmet of violence
Donate my brain to science, vacation insane asylums
Come one, come all to my carnival of carnage
Where I’ll slice and dice and peel off your shell like an orange
I’m too precise not to be nice, I dare you like Christ
You’ll pay twice the price, I put brains on ice
For preparation, prepare for the separation of your foundation
So come get your frown basted
In hot sauce, I roasted like hot dogs on an open fire, I’m a trip like wire
But don’t admire the entire picture, ‘cause I hang you like fixture
So when you enter the mixture
Use extreme caution, because it only takes one portion
To form an abortion with the steel that I force in
You feel lost when you get tossed in the bottomless gorge
The heroin horde got guns and swords
- Artist:Necro
- Album:Gory Days