Morbid

My practical solution to shmucks beefin' is sinkin' my teeth in the flesh of ya
neck like Dracula seducin' slutsAnd bite a piece of flesh off, but now you could have aids, I'd rather make youa cadaver with bladesI write the followin' raps to you cats that bite swallow and jack, and recite
rhymes on the mic without aknowledgin' factsI won't be reluctant to pull out the knife tucked in...my waste, up in theplace, leave it stuck in ya face, fuck emI find it difficult, to not be dispicable to minds that are typicalFuck financial assistance, a man's existence revolves around survival that
evolves into a hustler with substantial buisnessMy attitude is improper, like a skin popper, stickin' a blade on the top of a
skull of an imposterSince created at birth, I've hated the earth, livin' in a society of anxiety
makes it worse(chorus) Morbid, like Mordrid holdin' a chainsaw kid ready to do a gore bidWe keep it morbid, off some more shit, get ya jaw split with blood drippin'
outta ya forehead - repeatIts worth while, for you to peep a verse thats vile, you could learn something
from watching a perverted person's styleMy versatile verses are like curses that give you wild urges to worship belileBeef with me you cant stay the same, you'll have to change ya name, change yasex, rearrange ya frameTake a plane to somewhere strange if you plan on keepin' ya cranium containin'
ya brainYour fuckin' dome will give in, with the turnakit wrapped around ya, you're
underground kid, ya the artist formerly known as livin'You're the past like yesterday, blast ya chest away, your positive HIV test is
gayAnd stop hip hoppin, you're dick jockin', you stick cock in ya mouth and rockchick stockingsSo die, its all about evil raps and weapons, money and sluts, with gats
strapped by the intestines