Larro Wannah - Ood lyrics

[Coal Cash] The voices in my head say free the spirits from their flesh cocoons Exhuming all your souls under the pale glow of a crescent moon (yeah) Consume you whole my dinner bowl is what you call an offering (delicious) Lost in despair yelling at air I swear the walls are talking (get out of my head) Crawl from coffins toss a hotty like its Probably Gilgo (ooohoopmh) Where the willows gather sleep with cadavers word to my body pillow My shotty billows smoke you'll choke from the stench of d**h (coughing*) Pickle all my victims in a cisterns of fermented flesh (Tasty) Demented wretch drenched in the sweat of this hood stripper Queen of ungodly arts careen her body parts to a wood chipper (vrroooom) The good skipper I'm Jack the ripper dressed like Gilligan (looks nice) Militant in my sk** so don't wonder if ill k** again (oh yes) I'll drill a pen through ya face like its an auger bit (drill sound*) One of the illest authors king of anything you can torture with (spoons) I'll force my dick through the eye socket of nine s*uts A Muk lobotomy will more then probably leave ya mind f**ed (brilliant) You're tied up wired up to a circuit break Till blood flow explodes from ya nose like a peculator (arggghh) The perfect hater gator shark teeth are razor sharp (the transformer noise*, I did it my self) Barfed all over a waiter during dinner dates when I ate her heart My favorite part she was a dime piece on a ten scale Impaled with my teeth flossed out her c*nt meat with her entrails (you got something in your teeth) I'm Ten Tails and my pen hails to no style I'm so vile to quote cleanse my throat with a coat of G.O.A.T. bile (get off me) There's no smile I sighile when I'm burning Jews In pools of Nazi blood that I siphoned out some German fools (you smell that) I'll turn the new school to barbecue smorgasbord (all you can eat) Gnawed upon the carca** of any artist who thought the offered more I brought the war to the door step of every house (ding dong) Shouting like ya deadly lets see if ya ready when I machete mouths (bring it on) Breath heavy clouds of black smoke spitting lighting bolts Coat the flesh of your hide off the side of our viking boats (VALHALLA!!!) We tighten ropes around the throats of our abducted prey Flay the skin from ya breasts sh** on your chest while I f** ya face (gakgakgakgak) Cause Muk's a wraith from outer space conjured to stop ya crew I fuel the cruel genre like I'm a monster out of Doctor Who My crew conquers we to bonkers for you mortal men Welcome to warp minds where you'll never find the portals end (step right in) We bend designs around the sign of the zodiac An O.G. getting busy grizzly to bear arms like a Kodiak (grrrrRoar) I'm solely back to rape the game till it leaks a** mud Shove a shiv in ya brain and let ya body drain in a bathtub (just stay here) I flash flood through continents of human incompetence So compliment what I'm doing cause Im fluent at ruining ya confidence (you s**) There ain't no consequence its only wrong if you get caught (I didn't do it) Of course their fearing this turn the best lyricist to a human torch (foosh) I'll chew ya corpse and finish you off with my zombie tribe (brains) My whole vibe is ornery f** an army Muk's an Omnicide (hahahahahaha) [Jak Tripper] Dead Rabbit, pissy as a wet mattress Car window gla** put holes in your face like a meth addict Cannibal head dress savage Pessimist, low on medicine with a head bandage I'm becoming the Red Dragon Decapitate heads and peel back wigs I went batsh**, I vent ratchets Body parts stretch baggage Lincoln Continental trunk, dead ratchet Just a bodies trunk head packaged Face pressed against plastics Hair on heads matted I get active out of my gourd Triple Optix and Horde We flow like Phlegethon, we go back like letter bombs Telekinetic gods, Rembrandt's sessions locked In Long Island 10 miles from where Tesla rocked We all once levitated a small record shop My pants stress the cops In my pad headless thots The episode getting grim Tones go getting Grim, me and Coal dig the ditch I'll cut you apart immaculate Forensics thought it was a med student practicing My jacket ripped, tattered with traces of DNA and ejaculates from absent chicks I cloak back to the lab in grid I am the people's temple Pota**ium soft drink, I'll pack punches I'm the germs of what cat drug in I'm famished as third world adolescence with their ribs and aback touching I'm in the back bugging My back hugging the closet wall stomach and gat touching Cause I fear E.T. intervention like Oberth clucking a Black Budget I flash guns and leave your lower jaw hanging off a skin flap from it So much blood in my hands the gat rusted Masked gunman, I'll gun down a Vice magazine correspondent for the independent glam of it And I'm out. Positive sh** Dead Rabbits. Pulling your guts out like pumpkin seeds. October. Year Book sh**. Coal, Jak