Marc Spector - Crutches, Crosses, Caskets (Freeverse) lyrics

The Doc Ock of dark arts I dock stocks from docs in a dark spot Lost in the docks with a dark mark And a sawed off; don't talk when the dog barks These blocks make your heart stop You need more than a pair of medics Call paramedics, to repair the pair of medics Y'all bloods**ers parasitic Ring worms and tape worms Flames burn; get packed in a grey urn Yeah we can take turns Going from greatest to most hated; Shaq on the Lakers I'm the last of the Saviors Organized to survive through the Apocalypse Praying to God to live; I'm taking no hostages You're all next like the esophagus of ostriches