19. Pure Morbidity (Ft. Jared Daniels & Mad Choppa)

(Chorus)

[Jared Daniels, VECT & Mad Choppa]:

Tongues of no shame, speaking profane

Acts of insane, minds like dark caves

Beg to our names, fear the arcane

Beastly display from righteous hate

Embrace your dark side how dark is yours?

Sick, justified, homicide, rape & gore

[Jared Daniels]:

Fist full of lead that's why the eyes stay red

Got a pistol in the sheets I [silenced gunshots] from the bed

I will die, but til then I'm still wild

I will fire back turn your back into Hillshire

Nеxt time, keep your grubby paws off my greenery

You'll see a meanеr B EMT's pronounce you dead at the scenery

Mushroom crazed, for your life I'll take

I'll eat an 8th then sit front row at your wake

Shit's sake, just runnin lip gunnin it for the fun of it start talking shit

Catch a full clip to the dick

Leave ya boy to pick up your pieces, catch you in the streets, it's too easy

I'ma turn your pussy ass into feces

You aim to please us but it's meaningless

Sneak dis again, I'll have you spittin freestyles to jesus

Pure morbidity, by the time ya see me, it goes way passed raps, believe me (mothafucka!)

[VECT]:

Tie you up with chains impaled on hooks & rods

Live Cannibalism on your vegan ass, ha

Your meat is my murder from the dusk til dawn

My demonic fury takes you apart til you're gone

Physically expressing my vilent virtues & relief to hurt you

I'm a black mass of revenge to deep & slowly burn you

For every time you kid yourself to think you were better than me

I will cure your egotistical disease

My Conjuration Of Vengeance will be replenished

Turn That Crown Upside Down, The Wrath I have is a menace

Fill the air with a Scent Of A Dead Whore I killed

Leaving a Trail Of Flesh as blood spills

The Weak Aside as they're eaten by me Devouring The Feeble

It's a Sick Salvation I Mock The Cross & its people

I'm Like Fire slaughtering the will to live, you Cry My Name

I'm Hades Arising showing you Ways To The Grave

[Mad Choppa]:

Still filthy from the dirt of yesterday

The pain won't wash away, it stays a permanent stain

In turns of legions of the demons that refuse to be slayed

You wanna see an apocalypse put my brain on display

Everything's burned down filled with rotting decay

I'm seeing people with shovels; they're flinging dirt on my face

I try to crawl out of the hole, but they step on my fingers

& the fat lady singing I'm thinking what's the point of breathing?

I'm feeling locked down, a prisoner in my own house

Only had a couple pistols I'd be going all out

Enemies beware, I ain't scared of no warfare

If you know I'm right here then go there than what ya say & a stare

Listen up, I ain't thuggin or nothin, but every time I see another motherfucka mean-muggin looking like he's gonna do something, but it ain't likely

Your organs are the keys & I'ma tickle your ivories