Morbid lyrics

[Verse 1]
My practical solution to schmucks beefin'
Is sinkin' my teeth in the flesh of your neck
Like Dracula seducing sl*ts
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 followin' 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, stump in the place leave it stuck in your face, f*ck 'em
I find it difficult, to not be despicable to minds that are typical
f*ck 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
Stickin' a blade on top of the skull of an imposter
Since created at birth, I've hated the Earth
Livin' in a society of anxiety makes it worse

(Hook x2)
Morbid, like Mordred holdin' a chainsaw
Get ready to do a gore bid
We keep it morbid
On some raw sh*t - get your jaw split
With blood drippin' out of your forehead
[Verse 2]
It's worthwhile, for you to peep a verse that's vile
You could learn somethin' from watchin' a perverted person's style
My verse hit tile
Verses are like curses
That give you 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 f*ckin' 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 hiphoppin' - you di*k jockin'
You stick c*ck in your mouth and rock chick stockings
Now die
It's all about evil raps and weapons
Money and sl*ts, and gats strapped by the intestines

(Hook x2)

(Instrumental 'til fade)