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carnage the executioner - comin' thru ya' speaker lyrics

(verse one)

“…the largest, darkest, hard sh-t artist…”
compared even to thug, scar flesh…ravagin’ wack f-cks/
damagin’ amps plus, the flare, leavin’ ya plug, sparkless-
woofer establishment, un-levitated when crash through/
took it for bandaging done extra breakage at last who?-
look to extravagant lungs decorated a rad dude!/
shook & ya’ grabbin’ the gun! yes i’m hated ‘cuz past rude
john walker lindh put ear to my demo & learned somethin’/
ever had a speaker case eat yer face? your turns comin’!-
meet ya’ maker, certain to toss dirt on ya’ cross/
the beats an acher, hurtin’ the soft-
hesitant, them, frantic, left with dim, limp, antics/
when audibly slaughterized by weapons for tympanic-
extort the mice in man, in the stomach his nut’s‘ll sit/
what a gift, panties in the m-ff a bit with just a pinch of-
rugged sh-t ain’t lovin’ it? a f-ck i give! sinful track the psalm/
pimp’ll back of palm, give christ the hand!-

(chorus – 2 x’s)

quite an audible frown, wonder who’s the reaper?/
try to follow the cloud, sun is coolin’ weaker-
i can swallow a town, dump it to my keester with the/
diabolical sound, comin’ through ya’ speaker-

(verse two)

…the ground shakes, as my sound makes an entrance/
frequencies formulate, swarm & take captive your senses-
rain often ensues when i’m listen to intensity of heavy metal/
to aspiring emcee becoming god-like…already devil-
far my privilege reachith…free to absorb whatever/
form i see fit if believe it needed & able to conceive it-
sk!lls not exactly joy-fitted…unholy deity being/
i was blessed with creativity…but destroy with it!-
thought to be hallucination when envisioned h-rned being/
choking winged one over scapula until puke was taken-
now each time my microphone is shelved…i’m reminded/
evil exists over both shoulders…cloned it’s self!-
through music exercise malignancy…hit all until/
standing no taller than dust, my life’s contingency-
when hungry radios are vacuums, black holes to extract souls/
reverse disperse bad wounds, attack tunes of a madd coon!-
quite an audible frown, wonder who’s the reaper?/
try to follow the cloud, sun is coolin’ weaker-
i can swallow a town, dump it to my keester with the/
diabolical sound, comin’ through ya’ speaker-

(verse three)

how could one harness this form…maybe lucifer couldn’t/
exist in 2 places at once, thus carnage was born-
sworn in, during, thunder & storming after wondrous torment/
sent to indefinite resting, awaken by blunderous mormon-
not his intension…molested by priest, angrily recited/
backwards lords of chaos readings, alternate dimension-
extension was conjured, dropped book, to ground fell/
room overcastted, boom! blown to ashes! found h-ll!-
…could legend have it as well i sat in a jail after/
selling 2 by 4’s a barb wire headband and a package of nails?-
was caught window shopping while virgin mary was disrobing/
with fantasies of groping, neck roping, -n-l probing?-
fool nuts holdin’, chokin’ f-ck tool, such cool harlots/ undressed & caressed, obsessed with the flesh…much drool?-
exorcism useless, stoned, called to audition in heated venue/
now given chance to tell it in stereo? to be continued!-

(chorus)

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