The Pre-fix For Death Lyrics

Yo, yo the mater of puppets catch burning your corpse
in acid in buckets, attracted to ruckus, like magnets,
like cro magnis, im bangin saint agnes satin the
baptist, sacrilegious, like charlie rugged, like Harley
Davidson bikes, fourth Larry kings bikes, to show no
mercy, iller than percey, its millions to reverse me,
necro logical psycho, burning you with highly lethal
nitro, glycerin your Michael on a motorcycle,
interesting a programmable micro, chip attached to the
back of your neck, some cheap shit, brain washing you
like crazy silo cuz you weren't appreciative , and your
to PC to live, couple days curacy of the way toy dog I
will destroy god, Ill walk with any other man from
Messiah you created, to control me its all gone like a
point guard, I stay rebellious like pipe bombs beein
thrown at the police in well-fest youll be known as
ceased after we bust you with heavy metal like kel-tec.

crushing yous my mission to leave you a morbid stiff,
bludgeon you beyond recognition with distorted riff,
technical drums, and rugged bass rip through your
flesh, contrantor sickness, classical acid is the
prefix for death. crushing yous my mission to leave you
a morbid stiff, bludgeon you beyond recognition with
distorted riff, technical drums, and rugged bass rip
through your flesh, contrantor sickness, classical acid
is the prefix for death.

Some reulphish shit, gouging eyes like a doctor on a Malpractice trip, chopping at the head of your coat,
stomping your mentor with a foot note, and a astrolis,
filthy like Madonnas bum, beat you like toma drums when
the drama comes, hydrochloric more blood yours
conflict, similar to the ones from drama funds, metal
hip hop the fusion of real rap with real guitar shit no
illusions, no fake shit I live both cultures so when I
make shit the result is gruesome, hustler I use to sell
home grown weed, now proceed for put in my time into
moving CDS and ima roller grinding like ima on my
fourth nose bleed, carve ye, I began to glove ye, but
now im your father on the cover of a revolver,
devastated you like a Antonia Tovar, disintegrate you
who made you desolve you, I got bitchs and slaves in
cargo, my shits brutal like Dave Labrado, on a drum kit
my voice is in sync like a dumb porno like Manson
Murano. crushing yous my mission to leave you a morbid
stiff, bludgeon you beyond recognition with distorted
riff, technical drums, and rugged bass rip through your
flesh, contrantor sickness, classical acid is the
prefix for death. crushing yous my mission to leave you
a morbid stiff, bludgeon you beyond recognition with
distorted riff, technical drums, and rugged bass rip
through your flesh, contrantor sickness, classical acid
is the prefix for death. THE - PRE - FIX - FOR -DEATH

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