Chainsaw Symphony

Beheading yooou

Yo, tell these motherfuckers who
Runs this shit
When I fill my CDs up with blood and spit
Watching all sick chicks going run to this
Cause they want to get fucked, cut to bit's
And I gladly oblige, yes I love to split
The fine muscles in your neck
Yes I love this shit
Then I pack up the chicks
In my trunk and flip
The dead bodies in the oceans
With the sunken ships
Ay, Yo tell these motherfuckers who
The king of darkness
While these other motherfuckers spitting
Hip hop garbage
And they wanna claim horrorcore
Only on the weekends
They don’t wanna scare away
Their little mainstream fans
Make a couple videos and act real' scary
Then pose without shirts on
And act like fairies
And everybody plays along with the bullshit
Until Lo Key pulls the
Chainsaw and schools it

I don't never wanna stop beheading you
I'm only doing what the demons tell me to
There ain't nobody down here helping you
So just do what the mask man tells you to
And Just listen to my Chainsaw Symphony
Just listen to my chainsaw symphony x3

Tell these motherfuckers who
Spit that wickedshit
Tell em who is never afraid to commit to it
Say fuck the mainstream
And fuck all the masses
Bringing sick tripped out
Underground classics
I'm a 6 foot rabid, American tragedy
Wearing black mask and a Marilyn manson tee
Waving a black flag
Saying "fuck your family"
I'm the definition of incurable insanity
And they’ve been tryin to keep me at
The bottom of the food chain
I’m a pissed off rottweiler on a loose chain
Everybody knows I cut the throats proper
And Lo kevelli openly crush your whole roster
Juggalos got my CD's in thier lockers
And Ipods bumping that American monster
The horrorcores overcome by
Some fucking imposters
Till I show up with napalm
And burn down their concerts

Swerve pass throwing nerve gas at you
Make the earth crack when
I word rap backwards
I am the epitome of everything morbid
Rappers in my closet
Necks hanging by a cord bitch
Horrorcore? YES! That's me in the flesh
No need to say sorry I'm eating flesh
Yes I need the flesh
Yes the flesh is delectable
I wrap you in the flesh and
Make your body my receptacle
For summoning the devil
Yes the devil is my bitch slave
Summoning the devil, saying
"Tell me how my dick tastes"
I am not benevolent I'm negative and insane
Try to capture what it sounds like
Inside a sick brain
Put it all together and You'll
See the perfect image
Of the sick and twisted
Individual inside your kitchen
With a hoodie and a mask
And a chainsaw smiling
Waving at you yelling like
Let's get violent!