Goretex
Boar’s Head
Guru scratches: Watch this

2007 version scratch: Crack...

Get outta bed with razorblades under the tongue
Young Mortician hands, everything I spit is a drug
A fuckin' body bag, 42 slugs, ceremonial mugs
My grimace will quicken your carcass scale a hundred slugs!
I hug the block with mask and gloves
That means I'm rockin' tennis shoes, faggot, you mackin' it with yo' case of Don
My flows is sedative, highly imperative
Closed caskets your faces is pussy, piss on your septums
Slice your favorite mack and teach faith imported from Turkey
They call me Boar's Head, they worship the Gore, you bitches worship me!
It's okay, the Black Mass is arsenal leather
With Tony crack sells, the money disease battered the reverend
This is South to Heaven, stompin' on your Christ delusion
Watchin' you move, Mafia shoots the Don, Deli guilds kill your movement
This is death to Putin, take it to your gravel
Fuck around cut out your Apple Store bag...