Phylum

Intro:

And your cult! I will destroy you and your cult

Yeah, welcome Home, Progresso, Twist L's, Earwig Criterion, rollin' like a corpse on E, yo

Verse:

I'm pissin' penicillin, and white vinegar
Turn activities black like Whitaker
Hell visitor
I walk worth on fire like napalm villagers
I'm the Sun God Ra droppin' scheduled three cylinders
Twisted ligatures, nerve gas affect articular
Fill up cupboards with cut up cabinet ministers (Ohh shit)
7-6 is the dial o' death
These are demonic messages concealed in the vinyl press
Apply your heads
I won't sweat 'til I get, high off the dying's final breath
Lurk under the Sun of Man
Walk-ups like Son of Sam
I brought the cyanide, to summer lands (Hold on a second, wait)
Bomb state banquets
The weed purple as Heaven's Gate blankets
Rap like Hell
Idiot savant rocking, Raphael
Face a angel dust spliff, and slap Raphael
Oh you spit? Umm (uh), I'm not really into Rap myself
One of the oddest (Uh?)
Every active serial killer probably got this
No diva, I'm an Adonis
2008 when (Um)
I was doing verses for payin' meds
What's a Hell is Heavens, amen
Germophobe, gloves of latex
House by the lake end, no wake spent, for my brain's death
Rap tight like state coffins
And eight when I gave the herd my back they ate off it
Body a track, and do K off it
This put on
I'm usin' the ghost stomach to make sausage

Pickman's Model Outro:

Putrid slime that clings to the walls of Hell, twisted creatures, half-man half-beast, move, with the rustling sound of predatory rats, wretched mutations, who live, deep beneath the Earth in dark tunnels, surfacing, in the dead of night and returning before dawn, practice, their unspeakable acts