Bubonic Plague Mask
[Verse 1: Dr. Surgeon]
Loss too soon, we give it visit to the prune
The ticket is gonna deliver as tool before I give it to the full
And do it then and take a look as suffered on your face
I want you to be the someone who's more and the tomb
Consume, and multiplicate the crisps of a sonic boom
They can make it to open from your grave to your casket
Losing your basket
The massacre in the bubonic plague, let me see the horror elastic
Father put fire in the house
They every need to put a blouse, and they get aroused
Do it and you lose something to based slaughter
I [?] bring it to your daughter
I think you wouldn't get you so sliding
In the criminals on my torture from a full-school hurting me
Those who want to guess I'm resurrect for the witches
Something put your [?] you can speak to me in the night
I'll bring they wouldn't guess you be that once again
They be the sinking deep, you'll never resurrect from your grave
Tonight, ready to guess I'm gonna die
We are gonna waiting for this the riddle, we're gonna win or we're all gonna die
When the [?] six feet deep we'll be that cry and ever swell
I do some mourning, 'cause I'm sick and be bright
Forming on them n***as who you think of it
We showed you I know her, do that and we can think about it
[Chorus x8]
Never fear
[Verse 2: KKlan]
Digging up your graves while you measuring your zombie hands
Operational on your fucking shitty zombie's hands
Don't listen to my beat 'cause this is not ready yet
I'm up to no good for while I do my shit
Graves in your chamber, through the torture chamber
I'm not giving up nobody to make me a big trouble
Fuck Jesus, fuck Hell and fuck the school
You'd never shut up to me, my academies
I founded my beats to take and started from your music
Bubonic plague mask on your face so you can speak to me
Murdering offered to suffering from nightmares for waking up alive
So my n***as can't know what I do what you just say to me
It's all my fault to bring you alive into your grave
Resurrecting from your grave and your casket while you're alive
Someone needs to digging up your grave with my shovel
Evil trues nightmares come back you'll never gets undead
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yo, Dr. Surgeon
December 26th, 1994, By the Skeletons Alive
Kitty Cat and Grumpy Dog Records comin' through, yo, peace
Loss too soon, we give it visit to the prune
The ticket is gonna deliver as tool before I give it to the full
And do it then and take a look as suffered on your face
I want you to be the someone who's more and the tomb
Consume, and multiplicate the crisps of a sonic boom
They can make it to open from your grave to your casket
Losing your basket
The massacre in the bubonic plague, let me see the horror elastic
Father put fire in the house
They every need to put a blouse, and they get aroused
Do it and you lose something to based slaughter
I [?] bring it to your daughter
I think you wouldn't get you so sliding
In the criminals on my torture from a full-school hurting me
Those who want to guess I'm resurrect for the witches
Something put your [?] you can speak to me in the night
I'll bring they wouldn't guess you be that once again
They be the sinking deep, you'll never resurrect from your grave
Tonight, ready to guess I'm gonna die
We are gonna waiting for this the riddle, we're gonna win or we're all gonna die
When the [?] six feet deep we'll be that cry and ever swell
I do some mourning, 'cause I'm sick and be bright
Forming on them n***as who you think of it
We showed you I know her, do that and we can think about it
[Chorus x8]
Never fear
[Verse 2: KKlan]
Digging up your graves while you measuring your zombie hands
Operational on your fucking shitty zombie's hands
Don't listen to my beat 'cause this is not ready yet
I'm up to no good for while I do my shit
Graves in your chamber, through the torture chamber
I'm not giving up nobody to make me a big trouble
Fuck Jesus, fuck Hell and fuck the school
You'd never shut up to me, my academies
I founded my beats to take and started from your music
Bubonic plague mask on your face so you can speak to me
Murdering offered to suffering from nightmares for waking up alive
So my n***as can't know what I do what you just say to me
It's all my fault to bring you alive into your grave
Resurrecting from your grave and your casket while you're alive
Someone needs to digging up your grave with my shovel
Evil trues nightmares come back you'll never gets undead
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yo, Dr. Surgeon
December 26th, 1994, By the Skeletons Alive
Kitty Cat and Grumpy Dog Records comin' through, yo, peace