Death Rap lyrics

Some death rap shit, word up, bump this, some evil shit, check it, fucking faggot

It starts with your intestines and germs, next you’re a cadaver infested with worms

Man’s destiny, it’s best that he learns, my ax intervenes, hacking through your veins

Like you’re in between the railroad track and the train

A bullet in the back of your brain, simple and plain

Like back in the days when cats didn’t play, they’d whack you and not explain

Demeaning Jesus, you’re ripped to pieces by hyenas with teeth like tweezers

I speak death like seniors with diseases

Pack insane guns, dead you like Hussein’s sons

Don’t fuck with me, I only say it once

Like the end of “Casino,” two bats leave your spine gory

Every bone in your body broken like you dropped nine stories

Insane like a brainless convict

You’re dead after we buck you in the head like that famous Vietnam pic

Honored you hate this, God couldn’t save us

Performing autopsy on you like Chris Reifert and Jonathan Davis

Death rap, that’s the rap I kick

Don’t ever confuse it with others, there ain’t nothing like this

Death rap, it be the most morbid

After we finish with you, kid, you’ll need a closed coffin

Death rap, not just on this track

It’s a movement I represent, much more rugged than you

Death rap, I’m the last of a dying breed

Diss me, you must be dying to bleed

I walk with the living dead

Witness the digits that bitches dipped in red

Description is the pictures of witches and women giving head

I think ahead and analyze minds like a psychologist

Regardless if the topic’s Necrodamus or Sabacalypse

The logic is a blade or a shot to your esophagus

Remove you from the earth, you get hurt for poppin’ shit

When ‘Bac flips, it ain’t basic, slap the shit out of racists

Crack their teeth on the curb, spit and piss in their faces

I got clips in the basement, guns, and plenty ammunition

If you push the wrong buttons, you gon’ send me on a mission

And if that’s the case, I’ma bash your face

Then reverse the positive, become a basket case

I blast for days, come and burn down your house

That’s the way I get down when you take food out my mouth

I got my revolutionary ways, fighting to eat

For being poor back in the days and surviving the streets

Death rap, that’s the rap I kick

Don’t ever confuse it with others, there ain’t nothing like this

Death rap, it be the most morbid

After we finish with you, kid, you’ll need a closed coffin

Death rap, not just on this track

It’s a movement I represent, much more rugged than you

Death rap, I’m the last of a dying breed

Diss me, you must be dying to bleed

I represent the death rap with your head cracked open

I represent the death rap with your head cracked open