Gutta - Hack Pack lyrics

[Intro - Veteran Virus] Ladies and Gentlemen… Welcome to the Geist Cabana I'm your host tonight, Veteran Virus Hey- Hey, don't you owe me some money? Alright man, forget about, just buy me a drink later, haha We've got a special surprise for you folks The Society of the Invisibles! That's right, and their backup band, the Deadbeats! So get ready to enjoy yourselves tonight, we've got a wonderful drink special 2 for 1 martinis, you're going to have a wonderful time Oh! Looks like they're ready to come on stage. Give it up, for the Invisibles! [Verse 1 - Gutta] Off with his eyelids! SSS: Chutes under your fingernails Two face, heads or tail SSS: Invisible sleeper cell Watching angels fall, catch as many as possible, Halos don't fit over my horns on the trip to the hospital Go to the mattresses, raps Luca Brasi Sittin on your family's front porch, watch with salmon packages No use on an*lyzing my head, a new can of worms to open Too late, the infection has spread Just Sunn Sunn Szizzorhands and a prom and EconoLite van Return to the ground sea make sure the victims are dead Kidnap the reporter, k** the cameraman, take the camcorder Send the ransom tape once across to the national borders It's dope, sitting on hamburger hill with a tripod scope Laying showtunes on your throat, barbarian chisel the stone You might encounter me in dark alleys licking my swingblade Scientists running tests on my blood, puzzled by my gene traits [Bridge - All] Indrid Cold: Wait a moment Gutta, yo, uh uh, go back, I stuck a dying fetus on my toothpick and put it in my martini Veteran Virus: What are you talking about? All: (indecipherable) Veteran Virus: Ladies and Gentlemen, this motherf**er just lost his mind Indrid Cold: Yesterday, I heard that the antichrist died in the vital plane crash and the… Veteran Virus: Ladies and gentlemen, please don't forget to uh, tip your waitresses. I need a cigarette. Uh, someone get me another martini please [Verse 2 - Indrid Cold] Collide like particles accelerator placement Shapeshift, move at the speed of a spaceship Back to the basics, carve the star of david on the faceless Trading places, been on hiatus, god of salvation I throw your body out a window calculate descent One yard of dragging skull, falling body twenty percent The sword has twisted planet orbit, a flaming horseman A rain of souls as demons pray for what I made is horrid S'how it's supposed to be, either way you notice me Till the road chokes from me, skull holding rosaries Practice that sorcery the dark angel pocking Glock Stringing your thoughts have you mangled and shot Spread that toxin, the brain softens. Neutrotransmitter strain The message delayed, rip his arms off him Spit a bar, singing songs of solomon Saw how much rap contains the energy of a nuclear bomb [Bridge - Sunn Sunn Szizzorhandz & VV] SSS: Uhh.. H-Hold on, Hold on… Light my cigarette for me please! Thank you! Uh, ladies and gentlemen, you've been great tonight VV: Yeah yeah yeah, give yourselves a round of applause. Don't be shy with that vodka and martinis, alright? SSS: But it's time for y'all to die I'll cut you up I'll cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut… [Verse 3 - Sunn Sunn Szizzorhandz] Cuts and bruises s**ing Juices Out of Necks Blood Oozes! Like radioactive slime I came out the cage to let my szizzorhandz shine When the bling-bling of my blades gleam you go blind Here-a-click, there-a-click, let's drink to suicide It's do or die, so you don't do sh** When I cut out your eyes and wear it on my wrist Another Iris tooken by the Irish Now you know what the invisible's sign is! Dark water pirates, blood bath for the violent Joey Baggs gotta hold me back when I spit Cause the innocent bystanders Might be standing by their heads on the floor Where's my manners? I musta left them back at the dinner table Strangle you with a napkin Stick a fork in your ankle Then thank god for the food, after I've f**ing ate you Cannibals can't be held 'countable for what they do The hack-em-up pack is back in this mug fatal And my what-would-jesus-do chain is about to hang you [Outro - Spectator] Comedic Old Black Spectator: God damn, them boys good! They good! Did you hear that sh**? Them boy- what the hell they name, The Society of the Invisibles? Them boys good! That's some good sh**, them boys good, they going… They going blow up, that's hollywood. God damn those boys are good. Did you hear that sh**? God damn that good. n***a oh sh** n***a, that's the ashtray, that ain't the goddamn trash can, get that chicken bone outta there! Waitress, can I get another drink? God damn, they boys- Them n***as ruled my 9! That's some good sh**! Woooh! That remind me of.. uh.. uh… Who was it we seen in concert in '76. God damn them boys good, that's good sh**! He can sing! They can rap! They can rap! God damn them boys can rap! I ain't never seen nothing such good since hammer! Woooh, god damn, them n***as, oh them boys made me sweat, I got jerry curl juice all in my eye, ugh…