Masters of Slow Death (feat. Kool Keith)

The Master of Slow Death. Klepto
Maniac. Brainiac. My blood? My aphrodisiac
I'm sick. My icepick I stick in my left eye
Cut off my own head and bleed till I die
Jesus Christ. I die for my own sins
Like homicide or jack-move. The keys to your fucking Benz
I'm no joke, I smoke nigs I split wigs
I squeeze trigs on pigs I'm crazy after six swigs
Of the Olde Gold, I'm rougher than cactus
I practice treating a bitch nigga like an actress
Cock my Glock, I'm cock D for Diesel, you
Weasel. I gets more Evil than Knievel. A
Walking horror flick anytime I wanna flick
Bitches on a dick. Cause I'm a walking porno flick
Plus, I'm superfragilistic, evangelistic, sadistic
You's a bitch nigga with some lipstick
I got a taste for flesh. I se like David Koresh
Religious cult leader, coochie pleaser
Bitches drink nut like Milk of Magnesia
Indonesia, that's what we're smokin
40 round clip bitch, you know I ain't jokin
I'm like a bad dream and you can't come near it
I even went to heaven and smacked the Holy Spirit

On the eve of Halloween I rip shit to the extreme
A bloody thirsty fiend putting heads in guillotines
Where's the crucifix? Lucifer has risen
I put you on your knees, pray for your life like a Christian
In the realm of darkness, niggaz can't stop me
Competitors get stalked and harassed like a zombie
Psychopath, lunatic is on the mix
I put more chill in your spine than David Berkowitz
I physically torture like Michael Myers
I fall from the heavens, come crashing down on the plane like the Messiah
Call me the neighborhood ruff-neck
I flip mad shit. Metaphors bloody than Kotex
I'm horror. Motherfucks I hang em. Pull out my
Steel. Niggaz get wet the fuck up like an orgasm

Back from hell, the bald-head man with Dracula
Psychopath. Vomicain rhymes come atomic and
Lyrical freak out. Yo, take me to the hospital
Aspirin. Bufferin. I'll leave Satan suffering
Changing ways, I'll rip a man a new asshole
Doo doo hole. Mentally bugged out. Contagious
Outrageous. Walking around lost in space, I
Made this green and white, blue, yellow, orange sandwich
How could he be a hero? Motherfucker on a Manwich
People I eat just like Wise Potato
Chips. Legs I snap off and chew em like
Honey Dips. Maybe I take a straw, stick it in your
Asshole. Then grab a tissue, straight from the toilet bowl
I might walk in piss. The sick lyricist
No other brother's wiping doo doo on the white walls
Straight from Creedmoor eyes, I want peanut butter
I start working the morning, I'm the undertaker
Body mover. Skull, brain, bone breaker
Watch the spirits tonight, the Ku Klux Klan
In my hands. There's no time for palm readers
I'm the ghost-man walking up the spirits. Down
See the earth as I walk in the ocean



Credits
Writer(s): Demetrius Edwards
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