[Verse One]

Still nothing beautiful we kill families on vac

They turistas hunt them on the beach where they lay

This that hardcore/horrorcore, bodies out in Bora Bora

Mosh pit death, another body caught on tour

Consumed by the greed watch living things bleed

The Catcher In The Rye the literature that we read

When we catching you you die we need blood to proceed

Buffalo Bill, dressed in the skins of the kill

Hannibal Lec', fucking Clarise in the neck

The Devil Reject, killing everything you respect

I'm getting head from Medusa, the rattle snake shaker

The one that made arrangements with your undertaker

Yo we harvesting your vital organs, all of that important to us

Killing in your mist stalking prey on the bus

Flintstone style, impale you with an elephant's tusk

Beat you with clubs, grind your fucking skull into dust

I'm having brutal thoughts of murder when the sun come up

I'm having brutal thoughts of murder when the sun go down

[Verse Two]

The craving is real, this is why we rape and we kill

Fans idolize, pray to see our names on the bill

They hear twisted tales of murder, how we mangle for thrills

Releasing albums then we migrating back to the hills

We'll be writing more poems at the alter with the skull and bones

Drill holes, insert tablets up in your dome

Make zombies out of niggas, make slaves out of bitches

Never photographed proper when they pose for flicks with us

I'm a witch doctor, blacker than a suit on the cynics

Serial killers, difference is you rap and we live it

Got wood chips in the backyard strictly for critics

You know what we rep, see the pentagram on the fitted?

Like Imhotep, surgical procedures permitted

On topics, making all the doctors get lipid

Yo we merciless, preying on the weak and the timid

There's no escaping this life, once your soul is committed

I'm having brutal thoughts of murder when the sun come up

I'm having brutal thoughts of murder when the sun go down