Thoughtz of da Chamber - Blood Thirsty Bastards lyrics

[Intro] Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!!! [Verse 1: Nitemare] You're the devil's Reaper, okay, I'm the devil's Keeper I'm like a Nike sneaker, fast to k** without even a squeaker Bro I got this sh** on lockdown, like a f**ing freaker In the deepest rat hole movie feature, I don't have to summend 2000 demons To feak ya, my right hand will treat catchy f** the itchy, titty titchy chat, I love my baseball bat Splatter your head, deep competition How bout that, strike home run with your discombobulation Zombie baseball, yeah strike to Bro you don't wanna know what I'll do to ya Rather tie ya up to a tadpole Wait until the ants eat you up in 1 whole Honey voted you'll get bitten 'till d**h then I will take your soul [Verse 2: Nitemare] Now you f**ing wid a sinister, murdering lyrical born sinner Chopping up body's I leave them floating down a f**ing river Ripping your inner cypher with bullets I deliver Triple six is the beast in the mark of a k**er Bring the sk**s, your real I'm leaving your blood spilled Open your body revealing the last of the 7th seal Open your mouth again, then I'll smash through your grill Walk around in this graveyard I come equipped Battling demons now with this blade that I grip Leaving your blood drip, like the tales from the crypt Stab you with my weapon in the form of a crucifix Leaving you spitting some green sh** like the exorcist I'm murderous mouth now virtually I don't exist Reminiscing triple dark squares my position Hologram movements as I walk in the distance My weapons deceive omens as I cut with precision Learn a lesson I spit in tongues so switch the method I projects styles that makes me pounce like a leopard In this session I swing swords with egression My weapon hits the vein now you pump the adrenalin 7 gate ways to hell now I'm cast out of heaven I'm rolling with serpents that spits the 7 deadly vemons I'm speaking in tongues backwards I speak the holy grail accumulate darkness parallel to my brain cells Every grave yards the gate way to South London Bite your tongue leave you spitting blood from the dungeons [Verse 3: Nitemare] End of world no one understands gotta chop k** thrill with d**h your last breath insane s**ing Brains you f** cattle I'll ad dill make you choke my penis Through you off hills makes me hard chills deep hit to chest grab your throat Twist it like a mistic mystic Magic decapitated hold you up high spear to the ground Hang you up scared sh** I'm hotter than a flare I'll roast you like pig my n***a don't f** wit ma sh** My hellcore will make you sick trust me I can be a real f**ing prick don't test me b**h want more okay Bad breeds true gotta step on that leech s** my blood Bro, I'm like Dracula sniff you thru my nose I'm tall yeah you that small squisch still talking that itch, okay watch this When I come your done roast Beef I'm chief your roast Beef when I come you run fire Hydren come flood you really can't spit for sh** I'll take my whip hit you brutally till' you really spit mostly sh** I like miracle whip on top of that b**h dinners ready my n***as