Boxguts Wind Sprints
Drinking and getting retarded all charged up
Back visiting Atlanta taking the MARTA
Taking tags til draining the ink-well of my new marker
Sniffing this paint, shrooming and spewing harder
Spit and puke flying darts to aim, hit, and rip my alien targets up
These iron bars buck
Banging bangers, crush aligned bright minds to spacey star dust
Wasted on Mars drunk
Posting guard will only have your main guard stuck
Maim and marked up
Frames carved and covered with large cuts
Strung up in piano wire locked in bondage then guitar plucked
Yeah
Skate blades across jugular veins
Tearing open throats spraying some Clint Malarchuk
Eyeballs pulled from agape faces and jarred up
You barf bugs as your gut reacts to larva
Sharpening a tusk
I'm a charge up in you and bust out the other side n pull hard up
Watch your whole insides erupt
Then start to rush out, let the fountain gush now
"[laughing] A very good joke indeed."
Reaper beast feasting, I'm a keep it Eating Back to Life
In Eden, a Cannibal Corpse, Butchered at Birth, breathing into bagpipes
Revitalize after bad sacrifice
Ether bleeder, mission n curse, spit and destroy Earth
Piss oil into its dirt and enjoy the blast site
Bold mustard fragrance, fresh flesh on sabers
Dull rusty, blade severed headed savior
Sodomy born oddities, phlebotomy more trauma being
Rock salt zombie gobblings chomping your Dalai Lama beings
Spot fires up in the sky while a craft passes by
Light the skama n fly getting burnt way up high
Filling murderous joints with raw herbal lines
Certified murker style, foul pages blazing minds
Til limbs separate and burst when suppuration flies
