Carnage The Executioner - Comin' Thru Ya' Speaker lyrics

(Verse One) “…The largest, darkest, hard sh** artist…” Compared even to thug, scar flesh…Ravagin' wack f**s/ Damagin' amps plus, the flare, leavin' ya plug, sparkless- Woofer establishment, un-levitated when crash through/ Took it for bandaging done extra breakage at last who?- Look to extravagant lungs decorated a rad dude!/ Shook & ya' grabbin' the gun! Yes I'm hated ‘cuz past rude John Walker Lindh put ear to my demo & learned somethin'/ Ever had a speaker case eat yer face? Your turns comin'!- Meet ya' maker, certain to toss dirt on ya' cross/ The beats an acher, hurtin' the soft- Hesitant, them, frantic, left with dim, limp, antics/ When audibly slaughterized by weapons for tympanic- Extort the mice in man, in the stomach his nut's‘ll sit/ What a gift, panties in the muff a bit with just a pinch of- Rugged sh** ain't lovin' it? A f** I give! Sinful track the psalm/ Pimp'll back of palm, give Christ the hand!- (CHORUS – 2 X's) Quite an audible frown, wonder who's the reaper?/ Try to follow the cloud, sun is coolin' weaker- I can swallow a town, dump it to my keester with the/ Diabolical sound, comin' through ya' speaker- (Verse Two) …The ground shakes, as my sound makes an entrance/ Frequencies formulate, swarm & take captive your senses- Rain often ensues when I'm listen to intensity of Heavy metal/ To aspiring emcee becoming God-like…Already devil- Far my privilege reachith…Free to absorb whatever/ Form I see fit if believe it needed & able to conceive it- Sk**s not exactly joy-fitted…Unholy deity being/ I was blessed with creativity…But destroy with it!- Thought to be hallucination when envisioned horned being/ Choking winged one over scapula until puke was taken- Now each time my microphone is shelved…I'm reminded/ Evil exists over BOTH shoulders…Cloned it's self!- Through music exercise malignancy…Hit ALL until/ Standing no taller than dust, my life's contingency- When hungry radios are vacuums, black holes to extract souls/ Reverse disperse bad wounds, attack tunes of a madd coon!- Quite an audible frown, wonder who's the reaper?/ Try to follow the cloud, sun is coolin' weaker- I can swallow a town, dump it to my keester with the/ Diabolical sound, comin' through ya' speaker- (Verse Three) How could one harness this form…Maybe Lucifer couldn't/ Exist in 2 places at once, thus Carnage was born- Sworn in, during, thunder & storming after wondrous torment/ Sent to indefinite resting, awaken by blunderous Mormon- Not his intension…Molested by priest, angrily recited/ Backwards Lords Of Chaos readings, alternate dimension- Extension was conjured, dropped book, to ground fell/ Room overcastted, Boom! Blown to ashes! Found hell!- …Could legend have it as well I sat in a jail after/ Selling 2 by 4's a barb wire headband and a package of nails?- Was caught window shopping while Virgin Mary was disrobing/ With fantasies of groping, neck roping, an*l probing?- Fool nuts holdin', chokin' f** tool, such cool harlots/ Undressed & caressed, obsessed with the flesh…Much drool?- Exorcism useless, stoned, called to audition in heated venue/ NOW given chance to tell it in stereo? To be continued!- (Chorus) Quite an audible frown, wonder who's the reaper?/ Try to follow the cloud, sun is coolin' weaker- I can swallow a town, dump it to my keester with the/ Diabolical sound, comin' through ya' speaker-