[Verse 1: Nataslive]
[Verse 2: Nero]
[Verse 3: Casacas]
[Verse 4: Gantron]
[Verse 5: Cinik**]
Yo
I'm independent director of horror
Call me Greg Nicotero how much Mr. License [?]
Or what's the [?] a pentagram is drawn on your door
It's ring-around-the-rosy, he gonna die a bigger
p**y captain Josie, oxycotton ptosis
Will kick your body multiple sclerosis, don't betray the closet
I got a head like a key from Sheri moon zombie
She took my bloody clothes, than the John piece was happy
The descendants economies and defecating bodies
When they start to eat just came to scream like Pavarotti
[?] bisecting your doodle
I'm not seen asteroids from the lonely planet Pluto
Heads are rolling like a folder already hit some pins
Open up the papers and prepare for the syringe
Your lifestyle is a pinch, you make the devil trench
Companies if I can be iron in the golden ship
To pretend you with the ground while I thought you looked like Mainland
For the metal jangling wipe your bloody friends are hanging
I'm the Usher, and now so far still plunger
And waits to hunger, but you hold the deadly number 666
It's written on your palms face the risk
Cinik** resurrecting the darkness with his fist
Through text suicide your mind, to the bodies [?]
Like robbing, everybody know what Dr. Frankenstein
[Outro]
Yo, Cinik**
Bluetex Destruction on the beat
What the f**!!!