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Dead Milkmen - Death March lyrics
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 [Virtuoso]
 I'm omnipotent
 You claim to win battles
 So when the beat starts
 I'll punch the tree bark
 And pass the chainsaw to a ????? heart
 Severing every animal 
 I'm doing dirt like earthworms
 I'm sick and original
 Boy, I gave birth to the first germs
 I spit the acetate
 To make your lips evaporate
 The Master Ape
 Bare hands will decapitate and bash your face
 Pass the eight, sack of shake
 Twisted in plasma tape
 I came for y'all through the castle gate
 I come across a substance yet I couldn't lacerate
 Virtuoso is an unidentified flying object to make your space shuttle ???????
 So while you drunks look for a hook and say you masturbate
 Telling 7L to sratch a plate
 In due for respect I slap your face
 Ask to make my specs, I'm a tackle ya
 You're a neck and I'm Dracula
 Have sex in the back of a black Lex or an Acura
 Met with the, Jedi Mind Tricks
 We rhyme sick and side ????? for dime chicks
 I'll strangle you, use my same hands to give you the Heimlick
 So you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips
 [Jus Allah]
 Jus Allah prays on the minds of the young
 Silencing the devil that speaks with forked tongue
 Take my place ???????
 Ranked in no class like Marxist
 The heartless
 Rise out of darkness
 I'm the last head you should ever try to fuck with
 Be the next memeber in the cast of my snuffed vics
 Rough shit, don't even attempt sleeping
 At war with the demons that live in infernal regions
 Spawned from eternal semen bred flesh predators
 Wings of the arms when you heels like Pegasus
 Grabbing your leg, so you live to the heavenlessDead Milkmen - Death March - http://motolyrics.com/dead-milkmen/death-march-lyrics.html
 Drop this prejudice and follow me to Exodus
 [Ikon the Hologram]
 We ravenous
 Exhume the tomb of Lazarus
 You blasphemous
 We bring war to pacifists
 Tarantulas, burn flesh like a nine glock
 Your mind stops from nine of my divine shots
 ?????? ??????? is fine for a killer to run
 Swing from vines and rhyme like Atilla The Hun
 Bring the gun, your tounge is what I'm slicing
 We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison
 Ilohem, fuck the pagans we mark them
 And take turns to burn religious doctrines
 Concoctions of pain hits from eight angles
 Locked in the brain to lacerate ankles
 [Esoteric]
 Yo, I rip mics, stick lames
 Wreck nights, spit flames
 Lead pipes, split frames
 Kid ain't shit changed
 Act trife
 I grab the mic and bag your wife
 Sacrifice you twice
 Motherfucker in after life
 Decimate your paradise
 Burn tracks like thermostats
 My personal attacks snap back to murder cats
 I might advise
 You type of guys should revitalize
 Your man power, I sabotage the fire flys
 With a dope rhyme
 Take control of your soul
 Grab a fourty fo' for the po's
 Get your broken nose
 Opponents go to shows
 Now they know their robes damn hoes that fold my clohtes
 I bark at these, mark emcees, park and freeze
 My world hypothesis
 Kill beasts like heart disease
 Man please
 You can never fuck with the Eso-teridactyl
 My rap skills will thrash you
 Motherfucker








