Circle of Tyrants!
Brand new album droppin' this summer
Verse after verse of violent shit from New York's best
Cop it like a bundle!
Now get ready for a highly potent dose of Death Rap...
I know you hate me - so screw 'em, run up on 'em, kill 'em
Break limbs Gracie, we stay putrid like a H.G. Lewis film
Color you blood-red: a bedridden tradition
Deliver you forbidden hidden written scrolls of dead Egyptian Magicians
Each word attacks you like a savage venom
You're average - you're a waste like a beautiful cadaverous woman
Watch out when I get inspired
I'm liable to start a religion; fried pigeons and blood dipped bibles
Rebellious out the womb, brainwashing the wack
Insult us and we'll bring it you like a posse of bats
Moshin' to the track
Split you in two like mathematicians do
I'm casting for corpses and I'd like to audition you!
Keep it very gully like Chazz Palminteri
In 'Bronx Tale' - you're buried, we cut through pulmonary
Gothic-Rap, Agnostic is probable
If God's an alien Jesus is impossible gospel
My goons leave you with jagged wounds, crime is organized
We get better; we metamorphosize like maggot cocoons
Your blood is butter on my pancakes
Twist you like a staircase
Suffocate ya face, you'll feel how breathing without air tastes
Brain's temperamental, very Dario Argental
Hyde: you've heard of me - I'm vengeful
Murder-spree central
Neurotic, despotic, got a taste for the psychotic
My home is a hole with hungry rats like Colonel product
Pints of termites, and mice and Tyson meat are right
I keep my sights on bludgeoning like eighties Mike Tyson fights
Rape and pop ya cherry, ho
We bury foes in stereo
To me your life expectancy's predicted to be very low
The Circle of Tyrants closing in like hungry hawks
Sick murderous pirates comin' for ya mother's corpse
