| *Speech by Wrestler The Undertaker from WWF RAW 1/18 "Tonight I speak of prophecy And what I will shall be done The sacrifices are not over The next sacrificial lamb will be led to slaughter!" [Virtuoso] I'm omnipotent You claim druid battles So when the beat starts I'll punch the tree bark And pass the chainsaw through a Leaf's heart Severian the Animal I'm doing dirt like earthworms I'm sick and original Boy, I gave birth to the first germs I spit the acetate To make your lips evaporate The Master Ape Bare hands will decapitate and bash your face Pass the eighth, sack of shape Twisted in plasma tape I came for y'all at the castle gate I ain't come across a substance yet I couldn't lacerate Virtuos' an unidentified flying object to make hte space shuttles from NASA late So while you drunks look for a hook I'm sayin Pass the Bait Telling 7L to scratch a plate In due for respect I slap your face Ask to make my specs, I'm a tackle ya You're a neck and I'm Dracula in the back of a black Lex or an Acura Met with the, Jedi Mind Tricks We rhyme sick and sign flicks for dime chicks I'll strangle you, use my same hands to give you the Heimlich So you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips! [Jus Allah] Jus Allah prays on the minds of the young Silencing the devil that speaks with forked tongue Taste my blades sharpness Ranked in no class like Marxists The heartless Rise out of darkness! I'm the last head you should ever try to f*ck with Be the next member in the cast of my snuff flick Rough sh*t, don't even attempt sleeping At war with the demons that live in infernal regions Spawned from eternal semen bred flesh predators Wings on the arms on ya heels like Pegasus Grabbing your leg, so you live to the heavenless Drop this prejudice and follow me to Exodus [Ikon the Hologram] We ravenous Exhume the tomb of Lazarus You blasphemous We bring war to pacifists Tarantulas, burn flesh like a nine glock Your mind stop from nine of my divine shots Pine Box is fine for a killer to run Swing from vine to vine like Atilla The Hun Bring the guns, your tounge is what I'm slicing We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison Elohim, f*ck the pagans we mock them And take turns to burn religious doctrines Concoctions of pain hits from eight angles Locked in the brain to lacerate angels [Esoteric] Yo, I rip mics, stick lames Wreck nights, spit flames Lead pipes, split frames Kid ain't sh*t changed Act trife I grab the mic and bag your wife Sacrifice you twice Motherf*ckin' after life Decimate your paradise Burn tracks like thermostats My personal attacks snap backs to murder cats I might advise You type of guys should revitalize Your man power, I sabotage like fire flys With a dope rhyme Take control of your soul Drag Opposin foes Over Coals No Guest shows Get your broken nose Opponents go to shows Now they know their roles Damn hoes that fold my clothes I bark at these, mark emcees, park and freeze My world hypothesis Kill beasts like heart disease Man please You can never f*ck with the Eso-teridactyl My rap skills will thrash you... motherf*cker ''So until we meet again, accept the lord of darkness as your saviour...allow the purity of evil to guide you...'' |
Death March | ||