[Verse One]
Still nothing beautiful we kill families on vac
They turistas hunt them on the beach where they lay
This that hardcore/horrorcore, bodies out in Bora Bora
Mosh pit death, another body caught on tour
Consumed by the greed watch living things bleed
The Catcher In The Rye the literature that we read
When we catching you you die we need blood to proceed
Buffalo Bill, dressed in the skins of the kill
Hannibal Lec', fucking Clarise in the neck
The Devil Reject, killing everything you respect
I'm getting head from Medusa, the rattle snake shaker
The one that made arrangements with your undertaker
Yo we harvesting your vital organs, all of that important to us
Killing in your mist stalking prey on the bus
Flintstone style, impale you with an elephant's tusk
Beat you with clubs, grind your fucking skull into dust
I'm having brutal thoughts of murder when the sun come up
I'm having brutal thoughts of murder when the sun go down

[Verse Two]
The craving is real, this is why we rape and we kill
Fans idolize, pray to see our names on the bill
They hear twisted tales of murder, how we mangle for thrills
Releasing albums then we migrating back to the hills
We'll be writing more poems at the alter with the skull and bones
Drill holes, insert tablets up in your dome
Make zombies out of n***as, make slaves out of bitches
Never photographed proper when they pose for flicks with us
I'm a witch doctor, blacker than a suit on the cynics
Serial killers, difference is you rap and we live it
Got wood chips in the backyard strictly for critics
You know what we rep, see the pentagram on the fitted?
Like Imhotep, surgical procedures permitted
On topics, making all the doctors get lipid
Yo we merciless, preying on the weak and the timid
There's no escaping this life, once your soul is committed
I'm having brutal thoughts of murder when the sun come up
I'm having brutal thoughts of murder when the sun go down