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