(Killah Priest)
My soul will devour all; bring them to my thresh to floor
Weapons of war, smashin' head in the wars
They're dead in the morgues, behead 'em wit chainsaws
Black blood in guts, rain within my slaughter halls
Dead flesh cover my apron, from rappers, from bad statements
Wrath of Satan
Out of my mouth come flapping Ravens
Wit the Key to the Bottomless Pit
The great chain in my hand, you rappers stand on quicksand
It's time to quit man, I chop rappers down to bricks into grams
Put 'em in bags, break 'em like crabs
Open 'em like clams
If y'all n*ggas ain't fam, y'all better stand - clear
This is my redemption, this is your submission
I spit slugs, watch me split 'em, rhymes are radiation
Consume the eyes in their holes
Grab their skulls than crush them like coal
Put 'em in my mixing bowl, full of wicked souls
Let the rhymes cook them till the pot whistle
Till the top fizzle, rhymes are not pistols
These rhymes are drop missiles
I leave mammoth murders once my canvas surface
Hands on the mic is like hands on burners
Rhymes are like bullets, carat size
When I let off, everything to appearance die
I'm stomping bodies like Hawaiian berries
So deep anthropologist will have to find you buried
Rhymes are deadly; Behind the Stained Glass
Than I throw you through that same glass
Till you tear your frame in half
Aim - blast; I offer you for food to pagan Gods
I put graves inside the yards
Scatter your bodies like a deck of cards
I put braids on bars, you're afraid of my bars
React like you've been tasered, it's what I do to a traitor
I'ma Gladiator
I hit the pad like a laser, hit your dad like a Quasar
I stand still as Mount Rushmore
There's no luck in war, gun buck to the floor
I'm wild as an African insane asylum;
The witch nurses, rhymes will carry you rappers like big hearses
To a big Churches, to big sermons
After I stick verses in your head like pins
Bow, b*tch! Worship!
Approach me; I'll bring on World War III in 5D
So you can do more than see me closely
Rope around your neck easy, hang you from a Comet
Than clap at you wit nuclear rockets
Before you start the sh*t you should of stopped it
Now you look awkward, floating in darkness
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I ain't playing no mo' games G
Know'am'mean? Behind the Stained Glass II gon' be a lil bit harder
Hahahaha, welcome to the Slaughter House
Put on my gloves, its ova! Geah, you know the name
I ain't gotta tell you, whadup Starkim?
(Killah Priest)
Lyrics split you in half, the Wolf versus the Calf
Soon as hooves touch the grass, I'm on top of that ass
Out the woods, no homo, rhymes are pride choke-hold
Till your eye balls swell up, the shell bust
From the sawed off rhyme, the 12-gauge page, the AK lines
Call my dogs on stage, we all canines
My note page is a cage wit barb wire lines
My pen is lightning striking down my rhyme
I hurl rappers off the Planet Earth like vacuum suck up dirt
They see half-rooms and Stars, now they're deep in the Universe
I pick up rappers like I'm playing "Jacks"
My rhymes will touch them like "Duck, Duck, Goose"
"Mother May I" they let the Devil loose
Rivers of fires, waterfalls of blood to slaughter y'all
Floods of tsunami's probably, and avalanches of rappers
Build dams and I'm still advancing
Meteor showers, Comet storms, the wrath is approaching dawn
Dragon sits upon the right arm, I transform big as Megatron
You better warn, my mind wit the letters will swarm
Too complex for the norm
My lead will start to warm till it's screaming hot
Than I place the rhyme to your mind like a heated pot
Cook you from the inside, witness then hear you're in cries
You bring a bad vibe; I bring war like something seen in Sci-Fi
Special effects, when it comes to rapping I'm like the Devil in flesh
The medals on my neck, Othello with the tek's
Grab the mic like I flex
I'm lifting weights, with heavy bars that I press
Who wanna impress, I suggest
Watch me execute them, this is more than music
It's more like Priest shooting
n*ggas talking live - I just know how to do them
Chop 'em up, rock 'em up, push 'em to a veggie-nusion
Yo execution!