Brutal Styles Lyrics

Brutal Styles lyrics

yo check this shit

mother fuckers

necro shit bitch

yo yo yo yo........



brutal style butcher knife verbel dice

nice splice your flesh together like tape

the weathers great, bloods pouring on your cocksuckin head,

your fuckin dead

bury corpse nessessary very sick, very merry



morbid absorb it, get more sick

like a low budget goreflick on some carnavore shit

forfeit kid ya akward, walk with, bash in the nose

that you snort wit, dont talk shit



rip the flamer, shove the clip and pull the hammer back, cock it back

aim it, now your famous, its writin all over your face, that your fake,

plus you out of shape, keep it dont make caress your head god bless the
dead



rip the flamer, shove the clip and pull the hammer back, cock it back

aim it, now your famous, its writin all over your face, that your fake,

plus you out of shape, keep it dont make caress your head god bless the
dead



da original, skitzophrenic, epedemic, the brain bleeds

jewerly and desease, the answer is cancerous, lyrics that'll massicre the
master

is me!



cool off in the warm bath of piss

your mad, you die, you bleed, you cry

i laugh, we snicker, we clicker

once through your skull, pull the trigger

your missery is history, evil like a fat bastard

with elastic tits that stretch like Mr. Fantastic

my rhymes are 1,000 times, more putrid, then a shit spill potty

next to your dead body.....in a room of no renewz-it

more stenchin then your corpse tied up in the truck, as me and my henchmen

light up the skunk, and drive around BUDDAH.......Puffin



blood and guts, got no love for shmucks

stab anything that stairs, i bet nobody cares

i kill and smile, the illest style, a million piles of dead homos

that try to rap the vile, now pass the pills so i can pop you G

the cops are verbal autopsy murder your spot B



rip the flamer, shove the clip and pull the hammer back, cock it back

aim it, now your famous, its writin all over your face, that your fake,

plus you out of shape, keep it dont make.......???



RIP THE FLAMER KID, THEN SHOVE THE CLIP INSIDE

THEN COCK THE HAMMER BACK, AND BLOW YOUR FUCKIN BRAINS OUT BITCH



i can shut you up many ways, beat you dead, use a needle and a thread

chop up your tounge feed it to humans, like meat and bread

chokin whores till there vocal cords burst out of your throat

and blood on the floor, now your spookin for.

shove a spook in your jaw, tie it with wires, put tape on your mouth

ask you some questions, after you reply is wired 



i got a huge buzz, with a chainsaw in my hand ready to give your skull a

crew cut, when i use drugs, watch wut glue does turns me in to scuz

like the desease capal through punks



snuff

jab

mush

grab

kick

stomp

jux

stab



snuff

jab

mush

grab

kick

stomp

jux

stab





......get ya own style....get ya own style