[Euphonic Aspekt]

Euphonic in your noggin, the original nightmare

That’s sonically evolving, you think criminals fight fair?

I’m evil, and it’s all in the name

Rep a little set we call the pallbearer gang

We wicked on the wax and we really can’t describe it

Cause we winching up the rack and we pinning back your eyelids

While I’m dripping acid tracks spilling visuals of violence

I just dip a little rag and watch you slip into the silence

[D. Rotten]

Skipping through the riot, watch me toss this flaming Molotov

Targeted a cop but hit his daughter playing hopscotch

Okay, I’m going home, blood trough and a drop cot

Shotty ass mop job, call it Rotten’s chop shop

Head, shoulders, knees, and toes. Here we go

See my scope and get low or feel your dome piece explode

Oh no… the better-not-to-come-around Tribe

And Something Wicked in the shadows bringing Something not nice

[Vvardenfell]

The Headless are bringing the underground hype

And leave you cut up and sliced with butterfly knives

Just wanna make music more pointless than a Jaqen H’Ghar face reveal

And you know my third eye shoots laser beams

And I’m evil, arm myself to the teeth and go out on berserk

Because I know that actions speak louder than words

My soul purpose in life is to show you what burning hate is

I cut up your faces in public places

Just talking violence, nothing else matters

I bring those sound waves that makes bells shatter

I force you to walk on thin ice for an ice breaker

Then I’ll decapitate you with a fucking lightsaber

Let me tell all about my mental state

While I wreck your face and dislocate your dental plates

Headless Tribe, we smash up your bones likes crispies

When people like us wanna see Phantom of the Opera we kill Oprah Winfrey

[Nox]

Welcome to this bottomless pit that I’m crawling in

That I party in, and get a blowjob from Harley Quinn

I slaughter people with machetes during bar disputes

Wanna be US president just for the fun of launching nukes

[Vvardenfell]

I cut up party dudes, fill up their heads with lead

I decapitate you, frat boy, now who’s getting head?

[Nox]

Let the bloodletting commence, I kill guys with crow beaks

I drop those bars that turn your insides to oatmeal

Step into my lane and I swear you’ll get knifed up

Nox is the guy who turns nightclubs to fight clubs

[Vvardenfell]

Sure you wanna be in this aquarium filled with hungry sharks?

We’re munching on your heart and rip your lungs apart

[Nox]

The Headless beats you senseless, just to pass the time

Never asking twice, just slash and slice when we brandish knifes

[Vvardenfell]

We make music scary enough to make fun of horrorcore

Leave your entrails on the floor while defiling Dumbledore’s rotten corpse

[D. Rotten]

Buckets for that blood of yours have double, not enough before

Nox has brought the cutting board, Pelthunter brought the gloves and yours

Truly reset booby traps, Euphonic brought the thrusting sword

Y'all don’t get your hands dirty? What the fuck you come here for?

Jumping Jehoshaphat, he's running, that’s what’s guns are for

I just tried to wing them but he’s done for sure. Score!

Listen dog, we’re doing more than neutering - we cut throats

For barking up the wrong tree, you don’t see the cut ropes?

[Euphonic Aspekt]

Soon it’ll be dusk folks, better get indoors

When the presence of my horns are protruding from my plush coat

One hope, just don’t scream until your sentenced

Got a needle with the venom of a prehistoric menace

The evil guillotine, we leave you wicked headless

Ear drums ringing as I speak a little message

I defeated my depression, you're so young and so dumb

Your flow’s in the doldrums, wreaks of adolescence

I’m the pinnacle, the precipice, it’s all down hill

Y’all think I was a gamer the way I call out kills

And my coven some crusaders to abolish your gods

Our witchcraft be crystal, you’re just polishing rocks

[D. Rotten]

Olly olly oxen free. we caught another body

D’s Disposals, always free but I gotta charge a chopping fee

Honest to goodness, I’m as honest as a robbery

With a lottery winners address, and some shots to put their dog to sleep

Slaughter spree killer got no time nor the patience

This ain’t ribonucleic man, this acid swallow arteries

Tragic is my art form, blast well, Astons turned to cardboard

Brass shells rattle in my car door

Bad health, mentally, adequate dark arts war

Rotten cast a spell and you're fastened to my dart board

Dark lord, black hell, pass into the park's yours

Won’t react well when you're shackled to my armoire

[Euphonic Aspekt]

Couple nasty scarred arms, broken syringes

And hopping over fences with the little sharp barbs

Razor wire rhetoric, duke of despair son

Pied piper of poison, wicked wolves, I’m the ware one

Caught in the snare drum, laid next to the bear rug

Skinning every idiot thinking that they air lungs

I bare blunt instruments to hack and cut

Exposing muscle tissue or lack thereof

Drop tracks with the bastards, so batter up

We ingloriously scorching beats on savage fronts

Last name Bub, first name Beelze

Cloved hoof kicking down your door when I smell blood

[D. Rotten]

Throw books, lifting off the floor, pick your help up

Poltergeist spitting holy water at your ecclesiastic

Bastards, unholiest of requisitions

Rip up fucking floorboards and open hell up