dead piece of meat, soulless and motionless I feel warm saliva flowing from my mouth I am opening unknown body shell Beautiful scent of blood and meat
I waste Try to disrespect, get the taste of a neck brace I got your ass on target You got beef? You better save it for the motherfucking meat market
on your lifeless corpse I gnaw the meat off the god damn bones Though it may seem a little late I enjoy the bitter sweet taste Of dissipated revenge
ahead of the group, regretting the coup Y?all niggas want the red in my boots, hole in my shirt Twist a nigga wig and leave me dead in the dirt I see
And america has enjoyed it's creation But now these ghetto-minded criminals Have crossed the line into your neighborhood And will soon give you a taste
most of you hoes'll be dead in 28 [Hook] [Shaggy 2 Dope] All I ever wanted, lemme kick back and reminisce Only a few things I can think of on my list A new meat
cut off your light switch when that trigger finger itch Nigga it's my life, it's fine like that black Spice Girl Bitin they lip when they taste this dick
lacerated jugular vein is spurting away As mortality fades I am ready to flay your whole body and head Vigorously carving this fresh human flesh, I am one with the dead
pain of death I will taste the bleeding dead Cadaver mutilator, cadaver butchery Torn up all for my pleasure, torn up all for the meat Cadaver mutilator
the things you never said On days like these, starts me thinking When chickens get a taste of your meat, girl And chickens get a taste of your meat,
in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes Or lose life, jail niggaz sendin' kites to the street Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish 'em off ?Well done, Meat
it out Dead meat for me. I can't believe How much this baby is bleeding It's tiny stumps pours out more Than it's dead mothers open sores It's guts paint
and browned on a spit Your own meat in your mouth tastes bitter and internecine Noxious and moist, you get a taste of your own medicine Gnashing, pieces
big, burned head. War is over, fight is over but blood is boiling (x2) I am mad, maybe dead, sea of shit trash in mouth talk of hate, bullets taste,
flavor his meat with the salt of the earth? Cannons and hymnals condemn you to die. and oh how the acolytes sing? "Lay them on the lawn like dead virgins
flavor his meat with the salt of the earth? Cannons and hymnals condemn you to die, and oh how the acolytes sing? "Lay them on the lawn like dead virgins
knees and an ingrown duel claw bitch, you got lucky with the phone calls and the spread sheets so, cut the crap out along with the cigarettes and the red meats
frightening to know that I am dead And as the prince of hell I'm calling you Blood on the floor, blood in my mouth I love the taste of death Decaying
