[Euphonic Aspekt]
Euphonic in your noggin, the original nightmare
That’s sonically evolving, you think criminals fight fair?
I’m evil, and it’s all in the name
Rep a little set we call the pallbearer gang
We wicked on the wax and we really can’t describe it
Cause we winching up the rack and we pinning back your eyelids
While I’m dripping acid tracks spilling visuals of violence
I just dip a little rag and watch you slip into the silence
[D. Rotten]
Skipping through the riot, watch me toss this flaming Molotov
Targeted a cop but hit his daughter playing hopscotch
Okay, I’m going home, blood trough and a drop cot
Shotty ass mop job, call it Rotten’s chop shop
Head, shoulders, knees, and toes. Here we go
See my scope and get low or feel your dome piece explode
Oh no… the better-not-to-come-around Tribe
And Something Wicked in the shadows bringing Something not nice
[Vvardenfell]
The Headless are bringing the underground hype
And leave you cut up and sliced with butterfly knives
Just wanna make music more pointless than a Jaqen H’Ghar face reveal
And you know my third eye shoots laser beams
And I’m evil, arm myself to the teeth and go out on berserk
Because I know that actions speak louder than words
My soul purpose in life is to show you what burning hate is
I cut up your faces in public places
Just talking violence, nothing else matters
I bring those sound waves that makes bells shatter
I force you to walk on thin ice for an ice breaker
Then I’ll decapitate you with a fucking lightsaber
Let me tell all about my mental state
While I wreck your face and dislocate your dental plates
Headless Tribe, we smash up your bones likes crispies
When people like us wanna see Phantom of the Opera we kill Oprah Winfrey
[Nox]
Welcome to this bottomless pit that I’m crawling in
That I party in, and get a blowjob from Harley Quinn
I slaughter people with machetes during bar disputes
Wanna be US president just for the fun of launching nukes
[Vvardenfell]
I cut up party dudes, fill up their heads with lead
I decapitate you, frat boy, now who’s getting head?
[Nox]
Let the bloodletting commence, I kill guys with crow beaks
I drop those bars that turn your insides to oatmeal
Step into my lane and I swear you’ll get knifed up
Nox is the guy who turns nightclubs to fight clubs
[Vvardenfell]
Sure you wanna be in this aquarium filled with hungry sharks?
We’re munching on your heart and rip your lungs apart
[Nox]
The Headless beats you senseless, just to pass the time
Never asking twice, just slash and slice when we brandish knifes
[Vvardenfell]
We make music scary enough to make fun of horrorcore
Leave your entrails on the floor while defiling Dumbledore’s rotten corpse
[D. Rotten]
Buckets for that blood of yours have double, not enough before
Nox has brought the cutting board, Pelthunter brought the gloves and yours
Truly reset booby traps, Euphonic brought the thrusting sword
Y'all don’t get your hands dirty? What the fuck you come here for?
Jumping Jehoshaphat, he's running, that’s what’s guns are for
I just tried to wing them but he’s done for sure. Score!
Listen dog, we’re doing more than neutering - we cut throats
For barking up the wrong tree, you don’t see the cut ropes?
[Euphonic Aspekt]
Soon it’ll be dusk folks, better get indoors
When the presence of my horns are protruding from my plush coat
One hope, just don’t scream until your sentenced
Got a needle with the venom of a prehistoric menace
The evil guillotine, we leave you wicked headless
Ear drums ringing as I speak a little message
I defeated my depression, you're so young and so dumb
Your flow’s in the doldrums, wreaks of adolescence
I’m the pinnacle, the precipice, it’s all down hill
Y’all think I was a gamer the way I call out kills
And my coven some crusaders to abolish your gods
Our witchcraft be crystal, you’re just polishing rocks
[D. Rotten]
Olly olly oxen free. we caught another body
D’s Disposals, always free but I gotta charge a chopping fee
Honest to goodness, I’m as honest as a robbery
With a lottery winners address, and some shots to put their dog to sleep
Slaughter spree killer got no time nor the patience
This ain’t ribonucleic man, this acid swallow arteries
Tragic is my art form, blast well, Astons turned to cardboard
Brass shells rattle in my car door
Bad health, mentally, adequate dark arts war
Rotten cast a spell and you're fastened to my dart board
Dark lord, black hell, pass into the park's yours
Won’t react well when you're shackled to my armoire
[Euphonic Aspekt]
Couple nasty scarred arms, broken syringes
And hopping over fences with the little sharp barbs
Razor wire rhetoric, duke of despair son
Pied piper of poison, wicked wolves, I’m the ware one
Caught in the snare drum, laid next to the bear rug
Skinning every idiot thinking that they air lungs
I bare blunt instruments to hack and cut
Exposing muscle tissue or lack thereof
Drop tracks with the bastards, so batter up
We ingloriously scorching beats on savage fronts
Last name Bub, first name Beelze
Cloved hoof kicking down your door when I smell blood
[D. Rotten]
Throw books, lifting off the floor, pick your help up
Poltergeist spitting holy water at your ecclesiastic
Bastards, unholiest of requisitions
Rip up fucking floorboards and open hell up
