Viarritz - Behemoth lyrics

Velociraptor on the track f**ing snap back and leave your cap resting on your b**h's flats f** a Glock pop-off I'd rather knock your top off With a tactic similar to that of a late Nazi's Mein Kampf I'm hammocking on top of tree limbs And see when your man and you walk by I'll drop down and turn him into Wheat Thins Covered in the carnage, I'll proceed then To turn to you and ask if you'd like to catch a movie or be friends Say "no" then you can be skinned Psychotic and neurotic enough to plant a remote explosive On your nose tip and blow it and watch the end of your neural rod drip They call it the valley of d**h, I call it an accident When I stood on top of a mountain and sneezed, blasting it Right off the f**ing mapping, kid (Dog, you stray off topic) So? (Stop it) Man, f** you, I can talk sh** 'bout any nonsense I want and the kids'll still cop it (What makes you so confident?) What makes you not, b**h? It's hot sh**, and last I checked this is my track, so hop off it Catch me playing doctor with your man for leisure Performing improbable open heart surgery with no anesthesia He's screaming, he's bleeding, he hurts And while I'm juggling his organs, I tell him real doctors are worse Rearrange his abdomen with his lower intestine I'm investing too much time (On to the next guy) Stitches are for pussies, n***a, I'm not sewing you up Stuff some gauze in the gash, it'll be like new, bruh Slowly glue it up, next day he's feeling flued up A week later and the n***a's still throwing food up I'm like a mouthful of dried jalapeños dipped in cinnamon No sugar coating, the fire won't stop 'til you're giving in Hand your broad over and the blade won't get too intimate But resist and it'll be like Jonah Falcon's dicking in your dirty den (I'm not entirely sure what that's a threat to lacerate, so...) Well have you ever had a 13" dick shoved up your a**hole? (Well, no) Inflicting pain, or leave it sustained Like one in the same, n***a, what's my name? Your mind go blank? I'll ask again n***a, what's my name? n***a, what's my name? Not playing games: nothing to gain Wanna act out? Your mind'll change But if it stays, if it remains You'll be found the next day - dead and slain Sit and waitin', growing impatient, anticipatin' Which one of you hatin' blatants is about to gain some lacerations Give myself a standing ovation, covered and caked in Red congratulations, nothing short of this vocation's ventilation I feel the sensation, familiar temptation Put you in sedation, perform a legation Stuck in contemplation of your castration My mind - it stays racin, I watch you awaken Your pupil's dilation show your frustration I feel the vibration of monster starvation I reek of amazement, I'm bleak and I'm dazin' You scream, but you're caged in; I'm angered - enraged and I've lost concentration, I feel the formation Of primal notation, and through this creation I'm left to damnation, nothing could save it It's your expiration, to put in summation A rash altercation could be the causation A quick amputation, a smile on my face and Through the duration of my fascination You breathe: inhalation, and scream: exclamation Now my aggravation leaves your destination To some annexation. Put forth animation Now my celebration at your cancellation Your limb dislocation, your confiscation Acidification, dehumanization Resume the gyration of my red foundation Your deadly flirtation induced the migration To your new location: (a filthy crustacean)