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skykrow - machete surgery (ft dead silent) lyrics

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[intro – skykrow]
(skykrow) dr krow here. it’s time to do a little work on you it seems. nurse, could you hand me my scalpel please. ,thats pretty big for a scalpel. hey, wait a minute there -brlrlrlrrlrl-

[verse 1 – skykrow]
i’m running out of time, and out of patience, like a cancer patients heart racin’
runnin’ like a track meet. now i’m back on my feet standin’ tall at the top of the scr-pheap. (caw)
the plan of attack a stack of skulls cracked
brain goop got a scoop of your noodle like soup so -slurp-
skykrow (caw caw) apply local anesthesia, to prevent seizures while this creature eats ya

hyper extend your tendons. -stretch sound-
causing distress and tension. (gah)
i think you need a therapy session
bl–dy face like viewer discretion. (dj skykrow)

in actuality your vitality signs are fine. (beep beep)
the perfect temperature to dig in and dine. (caw)
heat treated, tempered in fire
thatll be your body that i shovel in the pyre. (skykrow)

a dose of chloroform
from the host of horror core
precise like zoros sword. (shing)
in secrecy i’m sworn. (caw)

when the doctors in the house
the blood is sprayin’ like a spout, all you hear is victims shouts
strike the hammer to the nail
hear the screams and the wails, (gahhh) body parts on sale. (caw)
pulled apart at the sockets
bones picked apart and poppin’ like a rocket
now its time for the doctor to cut you up like a lobster
it’s machete surgery

[chorus – skykrow]
you’re the perfect target for a marksman, now you’re on the black market (its machete surgery)
motherf-ckers tried to cut clean but its like a jagged edge to your spleen (its machete surgery)
left for dead in the ic bleedin’ no vomit just a dry heavin’ heathen (its machete surgery)
harvesting orphans for there organs spillin’ outta every orifice (its machete surgery)

you’re the perfect target for a marksman, now you’re on the black market (its machete surgery)
motherf-ckers tried to cut clean but its like a jagged edge to your spleen (its machete surgery)
left for dead in the ic bleedin’ no vomit just a dry heavin’ heathen (its machete surgery)
harvesting orphans for there organs spillin’ outta every orifice (its machete surgery)

[intro 2 – skykrow]
dr krow, it seems that our new patient has arrived. heh heh. dead silent (caw)

[verse 2 – dead silent]
take it easy with the morphine, i’m morphing
into a lyrical monster, one never before seen -growl-
i’m chemical with the flow and fluid like chlorine
spark endorphins every show, been this way since fourteen -bzzzzt-

machete with the flow, turn your sweater into a short sleeve
freddy when on the mic, but only including the gore scenes. (shing shing)
rap has been a mess, i came to restore peace
stepping on body bags from rappers before me

bringing more heat
kick you from up onto the rooftop to the floor suite, with sore feet
you think i’m wack, but your lady adores me
we’re playing the same show but she came to support me

take a blade to my chest, cutting motions. -cut sounds)
every single track revitalizes my emotions
but this time my stomachs spilling and my throat’s slit. (bleh bleh)
just so i can say i put it all out in the open

full disclosure, my patience has grown thin
the blood that i be soaked in isn’t mine, it’s my old friends’
take a picture of the corpse now and post it
leave my body hanging in the forest for logan. (oh my god)

slow flows to change it up, more deranged, get up
i could spit it faster for you rappers unaware of more ways you can pace it up
face it, your flow sucks, so tape it shut. -tape sound-

or i can slip into double, and sneak in a subtle diss
i can hear you stuttering, mumble reb-ttals, stumble and miss
i got tunnel vision, you plummet into a tunneled abyss
leave the show in a puddle of p-ss. (dead silent)

i take an l from the alphabet
you take an l whenever you spit
flow is on lock like house arrest
genocide is what i will now commit. (its machete surgery)

[chorus – skykrow]
you’re the perfect target for a marksman, now you’re on the black market (its machete surgery)
motherf-ckers tried to cut clean but its like a jagged edge to your spleen (its machete surgery)
left for dead in the ic bleedin’ no vomit just a dry heavin’ heathen (its machete surgery)
harvesting orphans for there organs spillin’ outta every orifice (its machete surgery)

you’re the perfect target for a marksman, now you’re on the black market (its machete surgery)
motherf-ckers tried to cut clean but its like a jagged edge to your spleen (its machete surgery)
left for dead in the ic bleedin’ no vomit just a dry heavin’ heathen (its machete surgery)
harvesting orphans for there organs spillin’ outta every orifice (its machete surgery)

[instrumental break]

[chorus – skykrow]
you’re the perfect target for a marksman, now you’re on the black market (its machete surgery)
motherf-ckers tried to cut clean but its like a jagged edge to your spleen (its machete surgery)
left for dead in the ic bleedin’ no vomit just a dry heavin’ heathen (its machete surgery)
harvesting orphans for there organs spillin’ outta every orifice (its machete surgery)

you’re the perfect target for a marksman, now you’re on the black market (its machete surgery)
motherf-ckers tried to cut clean but its like a jagged edge to your spleen (its machete surgery)
left for dead in the ic bleedin’ no vomit just a dry heavin’ heathen (its machete surgery)
harvesting orphans for there organs spillin’ outta every orifice (its machete surgery)

- skykrow lyrics

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