"Carnivores" lyrics
[Intro:]
I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just gonna bash your brains in...
I'm gonna bash em right the fuck in!
[Necro:]
I'm living a mondo life
Packing a tanto knife, it's sharp like an anaconda's bite
You get stomped in a fight
I love mentioning weapons
Enter the ring, steppin' on your skull
We do demented things when reppin'
Satanic like a cleric, leavin' your mom hysteric
Shank your face with a kitchen knife 'till ya look like John Merrick
I'm full of gore, brutal like a pitbull's jaw
Belligerent like demons that pull you to the floor
It's Mordechai, back from the dead, crackin' ya head
Open with a pipe, gettin' hype, back-up what you said
I'm like a skeleton covered with rotted skin
I got a grin, shankin' you till I murder you cause I gotta win
Packin' a metal barrel under my ghetto apparel
Pull out and blast you fast, that's how I settle battles
I would've loved to stick up Jesus
Give up the bible, choppin' ya clique up into pieces
[ILL BILL:]
There come a time when the throne will become a prison
Kill your idols and shoot the television, goon is in Glenwood
The truth is I live for the Art of War
I'm a ground zero Brooklyn carnivore, my opposition signing off
Forefathers, given these 9s from another war
Future primitive, Stargate, through another door
I'm a king, my harem equipped it with a hundred whores
Crush our enemies, drink out of cups made of skulls
Obey laws like the Vikings that came before
A natural like lightning I came forth from the storm
I've been a soldier before the time of creation's dawn
Ate from the Tree of Life and cut my tongue on the thorn
I fire pistols like Brian Nichols
Get the drop on you like suicide bombers on bicycles
Colder than icicles
Explode raw, we pro-war, coke snorts
Spun the fuck out sorta like Mike Tyson on Zoloft
[Goretex:]
I'm the palm of Ramirez, my arms and bombs for gear-heads
Decapitated, collected and wrapped like deers' heads
Back with axes, diseased tongue, I'm a tapeworm
The zombie ritual killer drillin' ya face-first
I leave ya brain chilled, soakin' in absinthe
Light you up in flames, same scene, chokin' on matches
Impaled Nazarene, Cold Lake
Your corpse'll shrivel up like an old cake
Swept off a the table, mortuary fate
Arteries shake on a blade that glistens
Gore bids, morbid kids who never break traditions
Deface humanity, my serum is as ancient as Christians
My sanity's off-vision, smiling at every incision
You coughing up lungs, splattered with the matter and bugs
Bury you dead with ya' head oozing off ravenous drugs
Magic in slugs, cadavers getting hammered with gloves Sanitation's here to bury actors in backs of the truck
[Mr Hyde:]
The Lord of Illusion, swords cause contusions
Gore's what your choosing, blood-soaked conclusions
Armies of darkness ravage your carcass
Death nailing arches, damaging targets
Creep with the creatures beneath the fog
Make preachers lose their belief in God
Teeth in your chest as you reach for your weapons
Undead zombies eat your intestines
Run through the streets, a marathon of C.H.U.D
There's no escaping the amazon of blood
You're powerless to fight, devoured by the night
No guts left in sight, disemboweled by a knife
Locked in my dungeon for months at a time
Then chopped into bunches of chunks when you die
Exploit your corpse, but gotta be cautious
To be sure, of course, watch you rot till I'm nauseous
[Outro:]
I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just gonna bash your brains in...
I'm gonna bash em right the fuck in!
I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just gonna bash your brains in...
I'm gonna bash em right the fuck in!
[Necro:]
I'm living a mondo life
Packing a tanto knife, it's sharp like an anaconda's bite
You get stomped in a fight
I love mentioning weapons
Enter the ring, steppin' on your skull
We do demented things when reppin'
Satanic like a cleric, leavin' your mom hysteric
Shank your face with a kitchen knife 'till ya look like John Merrick
I'm full of gore, brutal like a pitbull's jaw
Belligerent like demons that pull you to the floor
It's Mordechai, back from the dead, crackin' ya head
Open with a pipe, gettin' hype, back-up what you said
I'm like a skeleton covered with rotted skin
I got a grin, shankin' you till I murder you cause I gotta win
Packin' a metal barrel under my ghetto apparel
Pull out and blast you fast, that's how I settle battles
I would've loved to stick up Jesus
Give up the bible, choppin' ya clique up into pieces
[ILL BILL:]
There come a time when the throne will become a prison
Kill your idols and shoot the television, goon is in Glenwood
The truth is I live for the Art of War
I'm a ground zero Brooklyn carnivore, my opposition signing off
Forefathers, given these 9s from another war
Future primitive, Stargate, through another door
I'm a king, my harem equipped it with a hundred whores
Crush our enemies, drink out of cups made of skulls
Obey laws like the Vikings that came before
A natural like lightning I came forth from the storm
I've been a soldier before the time of creation's dawn
Ate from the Tree of Life and cut my tongue on the thorn
I fire pistols like Brian Nichols
Get the drop on you like suicide bombers on bicycles
Colder than icicles
Explode raw, we pro-war, coke snorts
Spun the fuck out sorta like Mike Tyson on Zoloft
[Goretex:]
I'm the palm of Ramirez, my arms and bombs for gear-heads
Decapitated, collected and wrapped like deers' heads
Back with axes, diseased tongue, I'm a tapeworm
The zombie ritual killer drillin' ya face-first
I leave ya brain chilled, soakin' in absinthe
Light you up in flames, same scene, chokin' on matches
Impaled Nazarene, Cold Lake
Your corpse'll shrivel up like an old cake
Swept off a the table, mortuary fate
Arteries shake on a blade that glistens
Gore bids, morbid kids who never break traditions
Deface humanity, my serum is as ancient as Christians
My sanity's off-vision, smiling at every incision
You coughing up lungs, splattered with the matter and bugs
Bury you dead with ya' head oozing off ravenous drugs
Magic in slugs, cadavers getting hammered with gloves Sanitation's here to bury actors in backs of the truck
[Mr Hyde:]
The Lord of Illusion, swords cause contusions
Gore's what your choosing, blood-soaked conclusions
Armies of darkness ravage your carcass
Death nailing arches, damaging targets
Creep with the creatures beneath the fog
Make preachers lose their belief in God
Teeth in your chest as you reach for your weapons
Undead zombies eat your intestines
Run through the streets, a marathon of C.H.U.D
There's no escaping the amazon of blood
You're powerless to fight, devoured by the night
No guts left in sight, disemboweled by a knife
Locked in my dungeon for months at a time
Then chopped into bunches of chunks when you die
Exploit your corpse, but gotta be cautious
To be sure, of course, watch you rot till I'm nauseous
[Outro:]
I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just gonna bash your brains in...
I'm gonna bash em right the fuck in!
