Tekst piosenki
(Greasy C)
Greasy is back
Murderlicious as ever
Back for one more rhyming endeavor
You were killed by RAPTORS
Who can’t be captured
We brought the Rapture
Like Abra-cadavers
I spit mad rhymes
When I’m entranced
Don’t care about dimes
Just makin’ people dance
Well, that and necromance
Never wearin’ skinny pants
RAPTORS in your body like we was implants
I’m less common than common sense
Man, never say never, unless you’re talkin’ bout the chance
That RAPTORS won’t eat you, your mom, and your friends
Greasy is back, yeah, he’s back again
Better lock your doors, your windows, and your vents
RAPTORS is holy but you know we hell bent
FDR infested waters so you better repent
Or he’ll fill your floaties with wet cement
(Gorgeous Steve)
Yo, it’s ya boy Fat Dick
I’m that dude from Revelation
But, oh wait, you haven’t read the Bible
TOO BUSY MASTURBATIN’
I may wear spray-on pants but I’ve got the biggest dick here
If the world is a stage
My dicks’ the puppeteer
While y’all are smokin’ dope
I’m smokin’ crack with Rob Ford
Eatin’ pussy all day
SMORGASBORD
RAPTORS will scalp you and burn your village to the ground
Our souls are more polluted than Long Island Sound
But fuck that dude Satan
I’m the real fallen angel
But, hey man, let’s be brothers
I’ll be Cain
And you’ll be Abel
RAPTORS flyin’ over Cairo
Call us the 10 plagues
Locust to the brain
Put the pussy in a cage
Flat Dick Rybz
Givin’ bitches paper cuts
Say goodbye to Benedict
'cuz I’m makin’ papal cuts
RAPTORS are infallible
We can do no wrong
Transubstantiating wafers
Straight out of a bong
RAPTORS will fuck you
But you know we’ll ask first
While we’re in the sack
Beatz’ll be clearin’ your purse
RAPTORS eat pussy like Kobiashi eats wieners
Vomit thereafter, fucking Leave it to Beaver
RAPTORS aren’t the best?
Who told you this nonsense?
RAPTORS are a gift
Ask not of it’s contents
Yo, fuck Senator B
He ain’t no real Catholic
Excommunicated at birth
Cuz he ain’t got that FAT DICK
(Senator B)
Yo fuck you Rybz and fuck the 203
Your confirmation name was C-H-O-D-E
Me, Greasy, and Gorgeous Steve
Leave you motionless
Christopher Reeve
And let me tell you one thing, boy
I don’t give a crap
Cuz I roll up to K-Mart
In a Wal-Mart hat
Write for the Huffington Post
Because I’m huffing the most
Fill your girl with ectoplasm
Like the Purtill Ghost
RAPTORS
We’re throwing knives at your house
RAPTORS
We deflowered your spouse
Eye sockets
Yeah, we shoved the scissors in
RAPTORS comin’ at you
With a jar of nitroglycerin
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