Lyrical Onslaught lyrics
by Butchers Harem
[Chorus]
Can't afford to diss this, hip-hop abortionist
Can't afford to diss this, hip-hop abortionist
Spittin' words make you sicker than [?] six
I'll face-f*ck your b*tch and make you snort a quart of p*ss
[?] than when you're leading the verbal obscene
Can't afford to diss this, hip-hop abortionist
Spittin' words make you sicker than [?] six
I'll face-f*ck your b*tch and make you snort a quart of p*ss
[?] than when you're leading the verbal obscene
Can't afford to diss this, hip-hop abortionist
Spittin' words that can make you sicker than [?] six
Can't afford to diss this, hip-hop abortionist
I'll face-f*ck your b*tch and make you snort a quart of p*ss
[?] mixed [?]
[Verse 1: MC Bushpig]
Warped anglo syllables are mangled to ridicule
All the whack n pitiful, ya crap sounds minuscule
Spit at you imbeciles, sicken all with the visuals
Of splattered individuals call us lyrical criminals
f*ck with this sh*t, ya better be well protected
Shut ya lips quick or get ya necks disconnected
f*ckwits’ di*ks ripped n shredded by Hell’s henchmen
Smell the stench when ya flesh is dealt all d'freshed and melted
Home invasion, cut ya b*tch up worse than helter-skelter
Child of Satan, f*ck the slit n suck the guts n drain it
Seek shelter from this storm because it’s blood that’s raining
I feed on pain n suffering, deform, bludgeon, and main
Inside the pus*y of a sl*t I bury rusty blades
And slice the oozing pit of crust tearing chunks of waste
f*ck the face with the cleaver, ass pumpin for days
Till the meat’s pulpitated or my f*cking blade breaks
[Chorus]
Can't afford to diss this, hip-hop abortionist
Spitting words that can make you sicker than [?]
Six...
Face-f*ck your b*tch and make you snort a quart of p*ss
[?] than when you're leading the verbal obscene
Can't afford to diss this, hip-hop abortionist
Spitting words that can make you sicker than [?] six
Can't afford to diss this, hip-hop abortionist
(f*ck yourself) your b*tch and make you snort a quart of p*ss
[Verse 2: MC c*mblood]
It's the lyrical onslaught word cannibal blood sport
You soft fag wankers get bled with a chainsaw
Raising eliminant God of war eating flesh in my monitor
Inhuman carnivore inflicting maximum pus*y gore
I murder seven times fresh c*nt full of meat goulash
Cut ya artery and wear the blood as a camouflage
The pathological assassin killing for depression
Raped uterus spasms making mutant goregasms
Fat wannabe whores compressed and castrated
c*nt slay blade educated pus*y amputated
Split you open like a virgin, watch ya little vag squirt
And cleave the flayed medication for the sexual surgeon
Re-decorate ya anus with nails and a razor
Harvesting the ass bubble like a deep sea whaler
I'm the plagued crusader put you in the torture chamber
The corpse creators flack the perfect beast slayer
[Chorus]
Can't afford to diss this, hip-hop abortionist
Spitting words that can make you sicker than [?] six
Can't afford to diss this, hip-hop abortionist
[?] than when you're leading the verbal obscene
Can't afford to diss this, hip-hop abortionist
Spitting words that can make you sicker than [?] six
[?] mixed [?]
Can't afford to diss this, hip-hop abortionist
[?] than when you're leading the verbal obscene
Can't afford to diss this, hip-hop abortionist
I'll face-f*ck your b*tch and make you snort a quart of p*ss