Morbid

My practical solution to schmucks beefin' is sinkin' my
Teeth in the flesh of your neck like Dracula seducing sluts
And bite a piece of flesh off, but nah, you could have AIDS
I'd rather make you a cadaver with blades
I write the following raps to you cats that bite, swallow and jack
Then recite rhymes on the mic without acknowledging facts
I won't be reluctant to pull out the knife tucked in my waist
Up in the place, leave it stuck in your face, fuck 'em
I find it difficult, to not be despicable to minds that are typical
Fuck financial assistance, a man's existence revolves around survival
I've evolved into a hustler with substantial business
My attitude is improper, like a skin popper
Sticking a blade on top of the skull of an imposter
Since created at birth I've hated the Earth
Living in a society of anxiety makes it worse

Morbid, like Mordred holding a chainsaw, kid
Ready to do a gore bid
We keep it morbid, on some war shit
Get your jaw split with blood dripping out of your forehead
Morbid, like Mordred holding a chainsaw, kid
Ready to do a gore bid
We keep it morbid, on some war shit
Get your jaw split with blood dripping out of your forehead

It's worthwhile, for you to peep a verse this vile
You could learn something from watching a perverted person's style
My versatile verses are like curses that
Give you wild urges to worship Belial
Beef with me, you can't stay the same
You'll have to change your name, change your sex, rearrange your frame
Take a plane to somewhere strange
If you plan to keep your cranium containing your brain
Your fucking dome will give in
With a tourniquet wrapped around it
You're underground, kid, you're the artist formerly known as living
You're the past like yesterday, blast your chest away
You're positive HIV tested gay
Now stop hip-hopping, your dick jocking
You stick cock in your mouth and rock chick stockings
Now die, it's all about evil raps and weapons
Money and sluts and gats strapped by the intestines

Morbid, like Mordred holding a chainsaw, kid
Ready to do a gore bid
We keep it morbid, on some war shit
Get your jaw split with blood dripping out of your forehead
Morbid, like Mordred holding a chainsaw, kid
Ready to do a gore bid
We keep it morbid, on some war shit
Get your jaw split with blood dripping out of your forehead