Gore Elohim - Extreme Makeover lyrics

(Verse 1) The Canarsie coven, paints with G's and murderers Addicts and cadillacs s*ut teens and project burglars Shiksas, swappers and gurglers More food for the furnace More goons and pounds of shrooms More wounds to purchase Glenwood mourge, third floor With gore in the winter, I'm flawless Sinister tauren, crawling off of your sister Date rape is boring Tissue sample's the best I don't get stressed Drugging these b**hes, it's only at their own request Unconscious and blessed, forget an apology Too progressive, (similar to an atomic proctology?) We stock rugers and bonesaws, crawling for sodomy Zoloft smile, I'm wild, caught up in this Space Odyssey Rest in peace, denim when we dress the deceased Gets sprayed in the basin, bloody mess, next to your feet Too professional I'm quick to chop you off like sectionals Extreme makeover, rocking the pens like vegetables (Chorus) The final takeover Get your wig cut, Extreme makeover Desentitized, I don't feel a thing, the pain's over Look in my eyes man, you'll die before the day is over The newest change in your life, homie it's game over (Verse 2) I was raised in black With a sick nat to attract women Crack villains We knocking off drug stores like Matt Dillon With capital trips (Which your poison?) acid to dips Have em smacking eachothers tits In the back of the 6 Serial k**ers Blowing up like branched Davidians Non Phixion insignia, cripple your camp like syrians See me, it's cool Haters tryna dump on my sh** Scissor fights since '74, they pumpin my clip Different bible studies It's always 5 G's in commissary These runaways, forever find pain, caged in my monastery Six sadists, my fanbase deranged like rapists Nothing's changed, it's faith, all my drug pushers and sixth graders (Chorus) The final takeover Get your wig cut, Extreme makeover Desentitized, I don't feel a thing, the pain's over Look in my eyes man, you'll die before the day is over The newest change in your life, homie it's game over (Verse 3) Knocking on heavens door, (score/gore?) (you're goon with?) (islami/swami?) Shoot you to pulp, flesh dangles like melted pastrami You f*ggots are commies Swap cum like Macy in Cosbys I'm like Ozzy in '68, moshpits and Zombies Pound you to dust, home attendents changing your diaper In between nights, I'm maintaining and training with snipers Your (wig is a rave?) Turned up with cake and crons Haze blunts around the room while we burn the Quran We on bodybags and tags for corpses that's vacant It's a must without the fuzz, and compromise the cremation So clean, murders scenes, devoid of conscience Profit the doctor, scissor chops blocks, it's progress (Chorus) The final takeover Get your wig cut, Extreme makeover Desentitized, I don't feel a thing, the pain's over Look in my eyes man, you'll die before the day is over The newest change in your life, homie it's game over