I want to play a game. So far in what could loosely be called your life you've made a living watching others. Society would call you an informant, a rat, a snitch. I call you unworthy of the body you possess, of the life that you've been given. Now we will see if you are willing to look inward rather than outward to give up the one thing you rely on in order to go on living. The device around your neck is a death mask. The mask is on a spring timer. If you do not locate the key in time, the mask will close. Think of it like a Venus flytrap. What you are looking at right now is your own body, not more than two hours ago. Don't worry, you're sound asleep and can't feel a thing. Taking into account that you are at a great disadvantage here, I'm going to give you a hint as to where I've hidden the key, so listen carefully. The hint is this... It's right before your eyes. How much blood will you shed to stay alive, Michael? Live or die, make your choice
That feeds on my heart like the cancerous self
[?] to expel [?] and tear em apart
[?] till they cough [?] the flesh left [?] to the brains
[?] structure, begins to rupture
Nightmare devils producing with clone
Previous nervous system [?] the [?] stone
[?] repressions, [?] pleasures like the [?]
[?] bones [?] storm, my mind fries
Exorcist [?] compelled to force the corpse [?] fetus [?] thrill
[?] on the [?] horse [?] I'm feeding
[?] the challenger
Being attacked like [?] a fucking scavenger's doctor
What's the problem with my swag, who knows?
My [?] hot, tear it apart back, bucking rappers
Even if it's [?] scientific predictions, [?]
Perpetual [?] depictions
Surrounded by [?] cross [?] darkness [?]
[?] to yourself, I [?] help
[?] black magic practice
[?] enter, surrounded by blackness
[?] coffin, a rebel, I flew up on the ground
I ain't never going down [?] bullets
Cock it, pull it, when I [?] your [?] to life
My [?] bound so I [?] fuck around
Death awakes in the core
Trepidation, nervous, fear
[?] sickness, [?] of horror in my [?]
[?] tough tornadoes, I'll be in there
One, trigger two, trigger three, trigger
Bleh!
My metaphors so sharp when I swing swords
Cut through umbilical cords
From the grave, I'm raised in the seminars
The chainsaw remains the blood stains in the rain storm
So take in vain
Flesh [?] the [?] as you disappear as you walk in acid rain
I'll bring the pain, take the razor blade to your neck
Cos [?] you're bleeding out from your jugular veins
Surrounded by demons, slash you with hypodermic needles
You'll catch an aerial with the sting of a thousand mosquitos
Attack like juggalo [?] body [?]
It's Nightmare here, the lust of a dying breed
Feeds the world where if the Grym reaps, I'll rest in peace
My razor speaks in tongues from the belly of the beast
With triple six is the crews and now you're left deceased
What
One, trigger two, trigger three, trigger four
Men just got beef, we bring out the chainsaw
Graveyard style will still remain more
Emcees don't rematch, we stay horrorcore
One, trigger two, trigger three, trigger four
Men just got beef, we bring out the chainsaw
Graveyard style will still remain more
Emcees don't rematch, we stay horrorcore
What
You motherfucker! Where is he?! WHERE IS HE?! That's a problem you're gonna have to solve before it's too late. He has about two hours before the gas creeping into his nervous system begins to break down his body tissue and he begins to bleed from every orifice he has. Oh, yes. There will be blood
Trigger two, trigger one, trigger zero, it's done
When I'm running off my tongue, [?] and then he won
That's right, in the [?] everyday in my life
[?] in the black destination precise
I'm through your mind from incarceration, you need patience
Realise the lives of the fucking freemasons
The deprivations deprived all their nations
But it's getting me forsaken when I'm severing their veins
Now they're checking him with Satan but where's Cloud Zero?
He disappeared in the clearing of a mist
And appeared in the clearing in a distance with a chit
That's it, but there's still four parts to ring
So I might as well enlighten you how dark it is
Darkening the deepest spit, how deep is spit
The Satan here, we'll hit him hard like squeezing fists
Zero [?] releasing clips and shit
One, trigger two, trigger three, trigger four
Men just got beef, we bring out the chainsaw
Graveyard style will still remain more
Emcees don't rematch, we stay horrorcore
One, trigger two, trigger three, trigger four
Men just got beef, we bring out the chainsaw
Graveyard style will still remain more
Emcees don't rematch, we stay horrorcore
Yo
One, trigger two, trigger three, trigger
gunshots
[Instrumental]
[Outro]
Ready or not... Here I come...
breathes
( Bad Breed )
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