EOM - Concerto Del Muerto lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Wax] I be like Jésus Chrísto Cats are not listo Wax I speak so Reminiscent of a freak show circus master All these worthless basterds getting nervous faster than a village on the verge of disaster They need to cry me a river since rappers spit soft I bring the grimy deliverance No need to remind me to shiver since I spit the Siberian wilderness Cold as it gets Spit 'till I'm old as a b**h Not necessarily the sole goal to get rich But it'd be nice Man f** all of the phony talk I been grinding for a while like Tony Hawk If you don't believe me homie, walk in my shoes for a day Listen to the music I play I been doing this way too long to stop now It's not that I wouldn't, I just forgot how [Verse 2: Android] It's like the devil gave away his violin and he never needed it back But a way to how someone cuts the strings up for the beats that he feeds to Wax The world ain't ready for people this intelligent, pristine in rap And I'm an idiot, you never wanna worship or offer an extra seat in the cla** I ran for the student senate To deliver this movement, this method and invented a new poetic weapon used to diffuse my excessive amounts of depression I sat in the back of the cla**, wearing a dunce cap, acting stupid until the professor asked "Can someone explain the elements of music?" I looked around, everybody looked completely clueless I put in this beat, that's when I seen everybody's head immediately moving And bobbin', groovin' and poppin' Like this was some sort of roboticaly musical eroticness That evolved from the human consciousness All the people looked like zombies from resident evil Must've been the sick lyrics that I put on the record that effected the needle I cut the beat, they stood up and started applauding The professor gave me an A+ and said "Man, dude that was awesome" [Verse 3: Bobby Bloodbath] I stomp through the swamp of a motherf**in' comp Throw your kids to the aligators, watch 'em chomp 'till they armless, legless, f**ed up really bad, torso floatin' like a motherf**in' lilly pad (b**h!) Rappers want to talk tongue and cheek? I'll staple your tongue to your motherf**in' cheek 'till you can't speak or eat For a whole week Then I'll throw your grandmother of off f**in' Pike's Peak f** a tight beat, if it's hot I still hate it Spit over the track and murder the dude who made it Come out of the booth and stab the engineer Cut off his ear to wear as a souvenir Osama Bin Laden's my boy, I'll get him on the phone Plan another 9/11 on your grandma's retirement home BLAOW! Bunch of dead senior citizens Bobby Bloodbath Watch your back EOM [Outro: Bobby Bloodbath] Motherf**er Bobby Bloodbath, stand the f** up New York City By the time you hear this track All these other motherf**ers, Wax, Android, EOM be in the bottom of a river somewhere With concrete trapped to their f**in' feet With f**in' photographs of their children all over their f**in' bodies Bobby Bloodbath motherf**er stand the f** up! East New York Coney Island b**h a** motherf**ers!