Slashin with ginsus, handin asses gassed if the issue's...
Passions to diss, you gasp at faggots snatched from the tissues...
Masterfully bitch who owns a snatch just asking to pimp you...
Assassins'll kill you maggots ranting your trash as an excuse....
A match is a risk you take on purpose to suffer in pain for...
We bloody threads like clothed epidermises under a chainsaw...
We're astoundingly more proud of the gore, if you sleep over...
You'll bleed slower, after the slumber party with swords...
A holy crowd'll adore your, torn cadaver if after...
communions of cannibals have ya form rationed from pastors...
WARLORDS! there' no debating our classical stature...
when we trailblaze like the fire breathing path of a dragon....
Massacres happened in shanty villages, massive buildings &...
Name the continent, for our kills they'd have the synonyms...
Maim ya confidence down to ribs, if music is pouring...
you'll see Ninjas dancin with devils to the tune of ya organs...

Whoa...

Why am i so ILL?..