Snowgoons - Turista lyrics

[Verse One] Still nothing beautiful we k** families on vac They turistas hunt them on the beach where they lay This that hardcore/horrorcore, bodies out in Bora Bora Mosh pit d**h, another body caught on tour Consumed by the greed watch living things bleed The Catcher In The Rye the literature that we read When we catching you you die we need blood to proceed Buffalo Bill, dressed in the skins of the k** Hannibal Lec', f**ing Clarise in the neck The Devil Reject, k**ing everything you respect I'm getting head from Medusa, the rattle snake shaker The one that made arrangements with your undertaker Yo we harvesting your vital organs, all of that important to us k**ing in your mist stalking prey on the bus Flintstone style, impale you with an elephant's tusk Beat you with clubs, grind your f**ing skull into dust I'm having brutal thoughts of murder when the sun come up I'm having brutal thoughts of murder when the sun go down [Verse Two] The craving is real, this is why we rape and we k** Fans idolize, pray to see our names on the bill They hear twisted tales of murder, how we mangle for thrills Releasing albums then we migrating back to the hills We'll be writing more poems at the alter with the skull and bones Drill holes, insert tablets up in your dome Make zombies out of n***as, make slaves out of b**hes Never photographed proper when they pose for flicks with us I'm a witch doctor, blacker than a suit on the cynics Serial k**ers, difference is you rap and we live it Got wood chips in the backyard strictly for critics You know what we rep, see the pentagram on the fitted? Like Imhotep, surgical procedures permitted On topics, making all the doctors get lipid Yo we merciless, preying on the weak and the timid There's no escaping this life, once your soul is committed I'm having brutal thoughts of murder when the sun come up I'm having brutal thoughts of murder when the sun go down