Forensic Pathology Lyrics

Cut a y-shape incision into ya chest, don't ask why,
division of ya flesh with the scalpel, from one
shoulder to the next. Extended to the midline of the
pubic symphysis, symphonies of sickness, emphasis, on
your corpse in the metamorphosis of rigor
mortis. Your ligaments as stiff as a board gets, its
morbid, your orbs stuck, with a needle, technical like
Gorguts, autopsy procedure. In a case with a single
hair we traced it, a rapist f*cked you heinously in
your anus, slicing your subcutaneous tissue
is miscellaneous. It resembles Kentucky fried poultry
ripped to pieces when hungry like a poor country,
you're unlucky, you got dismembered, now i'll re-
assemble you back like a puzzle like scrabble, did you
guzzle poison? Or dabble in a squabble or a
tussle where you got hit with metal marbles in ya chest muscles. The focal hemorrhage was caused by a
chokehold, lack of oxygen, cerebral hypoxia. My vocals
are like local Anesthetic, paralyzation, like Marilyn
Monroe's overdose on Nembutal Barbiturates,
inflammation, in the abdominal cavity is information,
implication of a possible tragedy, to the anatomy, reek
of putrification Peritonitis, yellowish pus like sinus,
perish flesh like Perry Como's Alzheimer's
Neuropsychiatrically did his mind in the
carcass looks like Parmesan, with sprinkles of farmer
cheese poured on someone's carved up arm, the lowest
common denominator of humans get turned on when you get
embalmed, brutal like Saddam Hussein's children when
they were bombed by planes, pictures

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