Atelier Funeral - Morbid (Necro Tribute) - Video
PUBLISHED:  Aug 24, 2011
DESCRIPTION:
Slightly altered lyrics in my version~

My practical solution to shmucks beefin' is sinkin'
my teeth in the flesh of ya neck like Dracula seducin' sluts
And bite a piece of flesh off, but now you could have aids,
I'd rather make you a cadaver with blades -
I write the followin' raps to you cats that bite swallow and jack,
than recite rhymes on the mic without aknowledgin' facts
I won't be reluctant to pull out the knife tucked in...
my waste, up in the place, leave it stuck in ya face, fuck em
I find it difficult - to not be dispicable
to minds that are typical -
Fuck financial assistance, a man's existence
revolves around survival, i've evolved into a hustler with substantial buisness
My attitude is improper - like a skin popper,
stickin' a blade on the top of a skull of an imposter
Since created at birth - I've hated the earth -
livin' in a society of anxiety makes it worse

Morbid, like Mordrid
holdin' a chainsaw kid ready to do a gore bid
We keep it morbid, off some more shit,
get ya jaw split with blood drippin' outta ya forehead
Morbid, like Mordrid
holdin' a chainsaw kid ready to do a gore bid
We keep it morbid, off some more shit,
get ya jaw split with blood drippin' outta ya forehead

Its worth while, - for you to peep a verse thats vile,
you could learn something from watching a perverted person's style
My ver-satile verses are like curses
that give you wild urges to worship belial
Beef with me you cant change the same,
you'll have to change ya name, change ya sex, rearrange ya frame
Take a plane - to somewhere strange
if you plan to keep' - ya cranium containin' ya brain
Your fuckin' dome will give in, with the turnakit wrapped around ya,
you're underground kid, ya the artist formerly known as livin'
You're the past like yesterday, blast ya chest-away,
your positive H-IV test is gay
And stop hip hoppin - you're dick jockin' -
you stick cock in ya mouth - and rock chick stockings
So die - its all about evil raps - and weapons,
murder and death , and gats strapped by the intestines

Morbid, like Mordrid
holdin' a chainsaw kid ready to do a gore bid
We keep it morbid, off some more shit,
get ya jaw split with blood drippin' outta ya forehead
Morbid, like Mordrid
holdin' a chainsaw kid ready to do a gore bid
We keep it morbid, off some more shit,
get ya jaw split with blood drippin' outta ya forehead
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