The Rapture

Meth Mouth
 Its Meth
 Murder music
 Its the lyrical genocide
 My men at war spread like pesticide
 Knocked on heavens door, beheaded and petrified
 Talk shit, get offed within the enterprise
 Step aside, I'mma let it fly like this set of knives
 Switch blade, carve 'em, said I couldn't hang
 Because the colour of my skin, watch the skin hang off em
 I'm just stating facts its the serrated tongue with the jaded rap
 I traveled to hell with the best and made it back
 Take a bump from the sadist punk
 Tired of chasing drugs so drew an x through my wrist to mark the place to cut
 They found Meth as good as dead on the curb
 Shot up the wrong vein addictions really getting on my nerves
 King Gordy ()
 Murder! Torture! Death! Pain!
 Off two hits of cocaine, I am killin' everythin'!
 This is
 Murder! Torture! Death! Pain!
 So what the game when I blow out your brains!
 Murder! Torture! Death! pain!
 Off two hits of cocaine, I am killin' everythin'
 This is
 Murder! Torture! Death! Pain!
 So what the game when I'm blowin' out your brains!
 Swifty McVay
 You musta been smoking a boulder
 For fucking with a soldier that's sicker then Ebola
 I roll up on the whole with a chainsaw
 Turned his little toddler to coleslaw
 Im gonna expose y'all
 Savagely swarm balls(?)
 I paint walls, leave ya crib the massacre colour
 Lifting up this match just to blast whoever
 I sever heads from shoulders
 Don't want a sword, put my hands around his neck till I snap their vocal cords
 Fuck your authority!
 I grab a weed grubby(?) from Gordy
 And get to stomping niggas fast as sororities
 They either speaking under they breath
 Or ignoring me
 Cause bossing up get the ass stretched on a gurney
 Bizarre
 Dressed in all black, Death attire
 I'm Michael Myers mix with Omar from The Wire
 Read the flyer, Bizarre performing live tonight
 Let me ask you a question, is you ready to fucking die tonight
 Two little boys, nine and eight
 Sodomized and raped
 Got em fucking scared straight
 Menace to society
 Without the grades
 I borrowed out the phase
 Mess with full blown AIDS
 Ten OC's about to OD
 Beat your newborn up like the UFC
 Im in Long Island hiding out
 Killer, murder, pain, that's what Bizarre's about
 Sean Strange
 Ayo a true lunatic
 Shoot the shit with the creep
 I'd rather off a beat(?) a day than move a brick in a week
 Collision with me?
 Ill leave you to eternally bleeding
 Have you no longer walking and re-learning to read
 If we further from greed the dream turning to green
 Believe I keep murder between my shirt and my jeans
 You work for the clean and roam around the earth like a fiend
 I rep 9/12/82, the birth of a king
 And bring the verbal torture oughtta move with caution
 You'll need help
 I breathe hell with D12 and leave welts with seat belts
 And rebound with brain manipulation from the nation of pain
 You wet like rain precipitation when you breaking the vein