(lyrics are written by unknown)

Whatup you fucking dirty bitches, hookers, fucking skumbags, you know I hate you, check this shit.

Yo morbid shit thats the type of rap I kick, like getting you head cracked with a brick, like some bitch cutting off your dick(slice), like getting all your jewelery vick, like a pitbull leaving your flesh ripped, morbid shit.

Im as morbid as it gets, and if there is anyone more morbid then me hes probbly dead, you ask me why must I have to be so enthralled in bloody brawls, gory catastrophe and blasphemy, theres nothing I can do kid I pledge allegiance to rapping hardcore dwell now my rhymes are infecting regions all across the earth my verbal beating are stabbing cretins leaving you cerebrum bleeding, stop breathing, your shits soft quit rapping start clapping, slugs into your skull when your dead you'll drop your best album, I got a fetish for shit that makes you vomit, its economics, one million cats buying my shit, mad evil people in the world seeking leathal butcher knife rap illegal, rap from a sadistic cat with deep skill, drop it, gothic, put the Glock clip inside and pop it, for every cat thats lock kid.

Yo morbid shit thats the type of rap I kick, like getting you head cracked with a brick, like some bitch cutting off your dick(slice), like getting all your jewelery vick, like a pitbull leaving your flesh ripped, morbid shit.

I outshine you, by being myself and im about to grind you into pieces so start pleading for help jesus, looking for death it could be found behind you, desease in your health, around you spine spine lesions are felt, about time you bleed for your wealth, my presistant gore leaves you insecure, for instance my raps meatcleaver whore, turning hiphop into war keep your distance theres no more breath when bullets collide into your jaw then you fall right to the floor, I desplay charm and grace beutiful garments laced, sophisticated exotic taste, all a cover up for my verbal vomit and disgrace sadistic verbateum demonic waste diabolical blades.

Morbid shit thats the type of rap I kick, like getting you head cracked with a brick, like some bitch cutting off your dick(slice), like getting all your jewelery vick, like a pitbull leaving your flesh ripped, morbid shit.

Psychological, fucking bitches, raping your brain, necro, master of the macomb.

----------------------
Thanks to (dan kasslack) for correcting these lyrics. Jul 6, 2008