Pigmartyr lyrics

[Verse 1 - Goretex]
Qaballah visits the bad wizards, my visions are cynic
Women spirits imprisoned, we tuned in to the newest religion
The cruelest incisions, we movin' like licensed physicians
We add chemistry, now you're out makin' fights and decisions
200 milligrams, leavin' something nice for the pigeons
Stuck on the drug farm, disassociated from livin'
The hatred escapes and shatters, when I splatter your fitted
Die in a f*ckin' minute, some say I'm selfish and witty
A yo, I'm too Satanic, I light a match to the city
50's of sherm, we learn to make grace for the pretty
Slaves for the sickly, dominatrix mind, titties are hung and pierced up
She likes getting the casket's ears up
The ceremony, authors of sin, Gore to begin
Hallucinatin' cyborg, absorb the poison in skin
Headbands like Jimmy, I turned and rape little Whitney
The priest can suck a di*k, we packin' meat cleavers and phillys
Sanitation's here, see you to the dump in the morgue
Human dumped here, I probably pump shots in your corpse
The giggle, return of the sc*mbags, left with the blood tricklin'
Gaspin' for air, suffocation close, the mud's thickenin'

[Verse 2 - Necro]
You're wishin' that I be dead
So you get to spend the rest of your life in a bed
With a kitchen knife in your head
Bury you deep in mud, we keep it crud
We do worst than beat you up, we graffiti up the streets in blood
You got beef, you roll deep and you comin' with thugs?
You'll be a hundred motherf*ckers runnin' from slugs
Why is life a beast? People dyin' for peace?
Full fledged riots fightin' police
Feel the fire scald your veins
As the flames burn your brain till only charcoal remains
Let my words beat you to death, eat the flesh
Like a million maggots, Brooklyn's streets are depressed
Bleedin' everyday from the stress
Pick up the tech, stick up your neck, rip up the deck
Necro's verses on cassette strangle you while you breathe
Victim left with no air in the chest
Jig 'em and jet, then prepare to be blessed
Bludgeon your chest, cover your neck
For all of you to front, you c*nts
I tell you only once:
You might get punched and squanched into a drunk hunch
Against a pair of lungs and a snitch's tongue
If you feel you're too young don't say something dumb
Cause death is right behind your shoulder
And you can say: I told you!
The climate could get colder, so strive to live older
DIE!