Tools of Torture

[Intro]
No more delays
No more teasing
Time to play
Time to die!

[Verse 1: Dawtee]
I slit throats and I choke emcees
Smoke trees, snort coke and (?)
(?) brought in along with no one close to me
It gets stirred when I put my steel close to G
Krhyme Syndicate with fucking lyrical skillers
You won't hear no vanilla, Michael serial killers
Pox parties [?] artist extortion entice
Rip your bodies apart with the torture devices
I got the hard flow through your brain [?] nostrils
[?] torn to bits just like the seal at a hostel
Spliff McGriff and Dawtee can do this shit proper
With The Skin Poppers in the shit [?] my pocket
Explosive, like a giant fireball
I leave the gas on your flights on for the entire song
Never will if detective ever crack the cases
I'll hack you to pieces (?)
I'll be clear there's no escape from my nightmare
I won't fight fear, I'm the ill rhyme sayer
You shit your diapers when you sit (?)
I'll be clear there's no escape from my nightmare

[Verse 2: Spliff McGriff]
The tools of torture, scalpels, needles and knives
You'll scream for people to help you as I skin you alive
Rebuild your eyes and stick them up your fuckin' ass
You can see who you were talking so much shit in the past
I'm wearin' a mask, so you can't see my face
Cuz you don't deserve to see the mega [?]
With a long rusty blade, slashing up your abdomen
Grabbin' breakin' and snappin' your ornament, I'll stab it
I laugh because I love to inflict pain on people
With the torture is mine, cuz my brain full of feeble
I'm lethal when it comes to a pen and a piece of paper
Through a vinyl record out your neck and decapitate ya
I'm rappin' danger, you're not the torturous stranger
Bringing wack emcees down to my torture chamber
If you recycle with me, no one will ever change ya
I'll kill my therapist who's trying to control my anger, motherfucker

[Verse 3: C1N1K1LL]
You're fake as hell, when the zombies are spittin' nails
We punish all the innocent with multiple impales
And Aristotle, get ended in bloody gallows
By (?) C1N1K1LL, I'll put a knife right through your shadow
Light the wicket candles and dig a pony rattle
My uncle [?] will kill you like the OG's (?)
The (?) don't need you so if you are to deed you
The energy will eat you (?) I've hd to beat you
But I don't let McDowell's with the models and the grottoes
Me, DJ Derbo, massacre in El Dorado
[?] pick the bodies in the Maserati's
Just kept driving off the kick and watch it burn the body
You fucking with the monsters when I'm monster Kevin Costner
Manipulating taxi cab drivers like Jodie Foster
My (?) evil [?] as I touch your temple
I have a sacred ceremony when I pop a pimple
Pimple, yo

[Outro: C1N1K1LL]
C1N1K1LL, Skin Poppers
Krhyme Syndicate, DJ Derbo
2009