DZK - Torcher lyrics

It's futile for you to do battle with a mutant who chews gravel And spews jagged matter back at dudes asking to grapple I'm used to abusive battering, and by " used to abusive battering" I actually mean, my boot's used to moving through a**es, when You, ba*tards attempt to pen raps attackin a cat of my stature And it's sad to hafta blast a backpacker so bad that They hafta attach flaps of skin grafting and plastic limbs After our match, when I win, just to patch him back again What matters is, I've mastered every path of my craft so accurate Every track I spit, rapidly adds to the status I have as "sick" Which would be the sh**, except when I rap a verse, nervous kids Are grabbing a gas mask, and missing the first half of my sh** I flatten average men with a pad and pen, I'll fashion a diss So immaculate I hafta rap it with a cackle and grin I'm past the status of Devils Advocate, attracted to sin The baddest, you can't even begin imagine the madness within [Hook]: This is your warning, I'm a force to be reckoned with My tongue's a torch that scorches when the record spins f** authority, I'd torture the president It's surely evident I'm as morbid as war veterans I spit that horror-core sh** and deliver rhetoric, so sadistic Christians switch directions, when I'm headed in the direction They're headed in, and I'm better than any competitor Ready to sever the head of a meddler, deadly as ever, the sh** is inevitable I sip liquor, get pissed, disfigure a chick's pretty face with A quick flip of my wrist, scraping razors hit, breakin the skin And then, I'm lickin the places I slit, to taste what I did I'm basically sayin, " mentally insane" is too tame for what I've been Since the eighty's and I'm saying I'm WAY crazier since then I stay in a state of in-tense, meditative hate and stay bent From medication meant to replace sedation with concentration and Make you creative and unafraid to display it in the same sense So I'm taping my prey's faces and takin em to a basement in A vacant wasteland to participate in strange operations Like making em trade veins with an AIDS patient and then I'm unchaining em And lettin em escape so I can chase em and video tape the mayhem I'm playin with prayin victims laying naked, restricted with thick Fitted restraints, I'm lifting, painfully bending tense ligament Tissue, which extends when I inch the six sensitive suspension Instruments in sixty demented and sequentially different increments [Hook] I'm disenchanted with music industry management so I'm plannin To ram a van fulla flammable cans through every damn window I can And park in the lobby of every labels office and demand coffee From every A& R, I cross, cuz that's what their f**in job should be And if they don't comply with it, I'm flippin my lit cigarette skyward And we can all fry in a pile, cuz I'm flying higher than Richard Pryor And I'm dying to see if your cheap attire can defy the heat from my lighter When I try to light a piece of it on fire, you ready die, sir? Whoever's in charge of these super-stars, gets a boot to the dome For signing rhymers who couldn't find a useful line on the road It's time for new talent to rise and re-define how to flow And challenge those in power, so now it's time go for the throat And then it's game over for the same jokers, in the range rovers Focus, your reigns over, dope chains is taken and broken Ya bones poking, ya brains smokin, it's so hopeless, I'm waiting to open Your show, so I go can loco and spray ya clothes with a flame thrower