Burn the Groove to Death (Nail 'Em to the...

Yo, insult the coat you'll fit this casket, imma break a cassette tape and stab you with the plastic, so bleed beautifully, roll up your shirt strap on a belt, start shootin' me but draw no blood, peep like a water bug, cursing out the mugs, roll with a hord of thugs, necrthe lord of drugs, pay me for death till you got no brains cells left, no fit, rippin' a prison up in your crib, yo you dead kid, no brass or tassel left, i'll leave my beef bloody, i cook it red, your future is as good as dead, i'll shove my blade in, so you could fade out, your trapped in a time that's played out, so check the date out, you're a pussy that no one ate out, while my brains on fast foward, you're a victim and you don't even know it, the evil poet, you got no hands, you can't catch it when i throw it, depression makes you cut dimes until your brain crashes like the streets without traffic signals and stop-signs, cause everyday, is judgment day for me, cause humans that don't know me get scared and run away from me, it's trife hate, let no one control the life, channel your energy cut thru your clothes like a soldier's knife, while the average front, i'm on a never-ending scavenger hunt, i'd rather be blunt so violate the fact you wanna die is great, watch me annihilate i got insanity inside a jar and i'm dropping it off the empire state, cause you talk like your in justice, so muskets we trust kid, so bust clip, the verbal open, my philosophy is molten, cause my pupils can only see a world unwholesome, insulting, repulsive, revolting, let's risk it for piles of green, with, sadistic violent schemes, twisted like silent screams, i have a determination and, seeing your termination to extermination, cold like a frozen igloo, your rubber room is closing in on you, the chosen is you, death, is, fucking you insane, you'll get nothing from my pockets, the only thing you got sewn up is your eye sockets, so play dead as i color you blood red, give up the bread or i'll put a hole in your fuckin skull large like a huge alien head, incinerate the beat till' it's six feet deep, then do a jesus on em, like the crucifix, repeat, now watch me

Better give it up kid, burn the groove to death say yeah yeah
Better give it up kid, burn the groove to death say yeah yeah

The hour glass is filled with blow, sniff your time away, sink into the snow and suffocate your face, the mind decays, string the brains the spine will pay, there's no burden vermin vaccination, i'm doing your life's bid and imagination, bitch i don't gotta answer you, how bout' i cancel you? bury you with satan, smoke up and do a dance for you, morbid shit, keep me poppin' on your guts g, watch your step of sinkin' breed be bloody, i'm bleeding sin, there's cancer in the air, you'll breathe it in, my whole scheme is to achieve a win, slice you leave you with un-even skin, it's apparent your transparent you can't conceal your lies, your synthetic like women that are really guys you got jeff heely's eyes, fuck you in your cunt group, i'll bring murder right to your front stoop, talking like you comatose your correct, i'll propose a toast to your death, i hope you'll decompose with one breath, i suppose i'll infest, i doubt your mine, peep the poison here's enough for an amount to die , and the holes in your body you ain't got enough fingers to count that high, after you lose, swallow my chief of rings you'll be crying, so much your putrid smelling body will be washed clean, rippin the mics allowed to do with pride it's necessary to bury involuntary like mandatory suicide, government style, there's nothing more fresh than a skull covered with flesh i'm dressed not to impress i'm cold laughing g, i'm so fly the swat team's after me cause everywhere i go i bring a blood bath with me, peep the creak creak, yo hemaglobin's cheap, just look for it it's skin deep, the person next to you got eight accessible pints you can keep, peep the black market, your girl and there ain't nothin' but a target, i'll gin start you up fuck you with an exclamation, jig you the jug and i don't need no explanation, i'm fo exploitation my slang has no expiration, bloodied up you're a sight for sore eyes, you'll be screaming for me when your cuts get basted in sodium chloride, i'm pulling your cards kid, i see the ace of spades, death is in your future watch it parade to your face with blades, the reels reviled your face in the jiffy bag is sealed, would it kiss up to disease, i'm on a h.g louis blood feast, i run with the insane type your life is like water floating down the drain pipe, a scream or cries cracked feind demise, open up your eyes and breathe between the lies, a flick, imagine light up a kid a whole drum kit, till there's no life and no and theres a spike infested with 2 pieces of crooked wood now beat me.
Burn the groove to death kid, gonna burn the groove say yeah yeah
Burn the groove to death kid, gonna burn the groove say yeah yeah