your beating, with our hateful sound On your wounded knees we deny you all your rights One more neck to squeeze we put you in the vice Congregate, the
comes along Just to set things straight. Gaping mouth Full of razor-sharp teeth All seeing eyes She's staring you down. She shatters your skull In her vice
baby? Are you restless, baby? Baby, are you... You hold my hand like it's a razor And hold my eyes with yours In a gaze more like a vice Are you
domination pushed into living hell Domination a now blacked heart Is reaching out divinity Body suspended by chains over razors And nails it's a penalty Each razor a vice
controlling my mind Strapped to a table, naked, genitals exposed Eyes claimed open, mouth gagged shut, terrified Locks my scrotum in a vice and tightens
and cold and bought and sold and heartbreak in between, And so we shall see what is done and done and done. Trees are stone where I live, leaves of razor
, baby? Are you restless, baby? Baby, are you... You hold my hand like it's a razor And hold my eyes with yours in a gaze more like a vice Are you
got your mind shook Kon done with spells up Poisonous cook The Kon Artis Make way for the hell raiser Mysterious neighbor Cuttin throats with broke Coke Bottles and rusty razors
91] I'll crunch Your Ballsac, Whip it into A Mulch Genital Juices gurgle And Squelch Squeeze Your Testicals, Put them in A Vice Butcher Knives And Razor
candles burnt low and still nothing came Bearing golden secrets from a cold malevolent race He would have his demon! He would have his vice! All save
be providing Unmasked, the phantom lord De Rais Haunts the furthest tower Wherein death has sucked the hour There, throttled gasps tantamount for foreplay And drooling razors
breath I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows Now times nine or ten Within this vice
you off the roof and still be considered you're hero I'm hungry for the dinero Don't make me see you Vice grip your torso and squeeze you till you're
competitors steppin in and only showin if they let weapons in. Call me spaartacus I'm swingin for the fences with a bullet proof flow and a razor sharp
Speed of life,fast,it's like walkin' barefoot over broken glass It's like,jumpin' rope on a razor blade All lightning quick decisions are made Lifestyle
stage,my crews in a rage Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor Remember that
Loco it's impossible to escape my matrix of hate I'll make a good girl a cum dumpster sayin' don't wait set the razors to AKs and turn razors to grapes
re the monkey on my back And it's time for you to go Hammered! You're more harm than my old vice And I don't wanna know Hey Mr. Bigtime Hollywood Tell