DIMECORE - Nocturnal Hunters

I set it out with a mother fucking barrel scout
In the clock tower snipe like the Scorpio Killer's out

Reign red brain dead faint faggot tame the
Iodine you attain from the same fucker you slain

Its a sad day for the bitches that parade
Because you fucks look all the same

Im the g Crip Walking when i cross the street
You will see me with 40 empty 40s at my feet

Two glocks locked in this bitch gotta pop
Cos who can you trust when a bust gets you fucked

Stiff carcass laying in a coffin varnished
Fuck this mummified flesh life is hard kid

When you're decayed they look the other way
Forgotten betrayed as the generations play

Another day so drag the body in carpet off
The lane blood stains on the veterans beret

Blast this shit with a couple clips complimentary
Rubber tits mass grave burial in gravel pits

Cutting hollow tips while watching Giallo flicks hostile
Running and tugging to thoughts of snuffing all the chicks

Fuck your trends and executive events
Its not fair we dont care

Fuck this world and whoever gives a shit
I am here to prevent your fear

I'm a manic depressive ready to stab up your lesson setting
The havoc god bless it that heavy metal blasting through my ear

In the right ear cries and tears in eyes multiple
Drive-by's stifled by the bible rifle belt guy

Undescribed by most flatline the broke high on some
Coke crack caine fled the scene with his bros

Black coats black jackets in the cold winter faggot came
And got choked laughing spasm in the notted ropes

I believe in gospel rap until the Mossberg'll blat real
Packing racks end up in a puddle on your back

Putrefaction snacking on bodies like bass fish
Suburban catastrophe into blasphemy it happens

Written by:
Jordan Lipovac

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find