Lo-Key - Chainsaw Symphony lyrics

Beheading yooou [Verse 1] Yo, tell these motherf**ers who runs this sh** When I fill my CDs up with blood and spit Watching all sick chicks going run to this Cause they want to get f**ed, cut to bits And I gladly oblige, yes I love to split The fine muscles in your neck, yes I love this sh** Then I pack up the chicks in my trunk and flip The dead bodies in the oceans with the sunken ships Ay, Yo tell these motherf**ers who the king of darkness While these other motherf**ers spitting hip hop garbage And they wanna claim horrorcore, only on the weekends They don't wanna scare away their little mainstream fans Make a couple videos and act real' scary Then pose without shirts on and act like fairies And everybody plays along with the bullsh** Until Lo Key pulls the chainsaw and schools it [Hook] I don't never wanna stop beheading you I'm only doing what the demons tell me to There ain't nobody down here helping you So just do what the mask man tells you to And Just listen to my Chainsaw Symphony Just listen to my chainsaw symphony x3 [Verse 2] Tell these motherf**ers who spit that wickedsh** Tell em who is never afraid to commit to it Say f** the mainstream, and f** all the ma**es Bringing sick tripped out underground cla**ics I'm a 6 foot rabid, american tragedy Wearing black mask and a Marilyn manson tee Waving a black flag, saying "f** your family" I'm the definition of incurable insanity And they've been tryin to keep me at the bottom of the food chain I'm a pissed off rottweiler on a loose chain Everybody knows I cut the throats proper And Lo kevelli openly crush your whole roster Juggalos got my CD's in thier lockers And Ipods bumping that american monster The horrorcores overcome by some f**ing imposters Till I show up with napalm and burn down their concerts [Hook] [Verse 3] Swerve pa** throwing nerve gas at you Make the earth crack when I word rap backwards I am the epitome of everything morbid Rappers in my closet, necks hanging by a cord b**h Horrorcore? YES! That's me in the flesh No need to say sorry I'm eating flesh Yes I need the flesh, Yes the flesh is delectable I wrap you in the flesh and make your body my receptacle For summoning the devil, yes the devil is my b**h slave Summoning the devil, saying, "Tell me how my dick tastes” I am not benevolent I'm negative and insane Try to capture what it sounds like, inside a sick brain Put it all together and You'll see the perfect image Of the sick and twisted individual inside your kitchen With a hoodie and a mask and a chainsaw smiling Waving at you yelling like Let's get violent! [Hook]