Evil Music

[Intro:]
Nobody ever suspected what ancient terror slept beneath the Vargas house
- What kind of stories?
- Oh, just the stories!
- Look out!
Terror that turns laughter into screams
And lovin' hex into killers

[Verse 1: Goretex]
Yeah, my Seuss a hat's tale like Untouchables
You chin lover lames is same sex (?)
I rap short-haired chicks, eager just fuckable
I'm not a charmer, I turn sluts into lunchables
Murder advocate, type of killer of impurity
Never do shows unless the venue got security
Gooned up in 40 states, I'm more like a quarter H
Step to my North Face, I pass the K's
Raps is safe in a number I decode
No rhetorics?, exposures to my chest goin' for re-stroll
You're in a mental prison overleased like Katie Holmes
Tied to machines, runnin' from beasts to each their own
Blast you on your own steps like Armani
Your life's worth less than the seats, on the Maserati
They call me Baby Gore, short for Bugatti
Sportin' them bodies
In the Glenwood lobby like a fuckin' hobby

[Hook x2]
Evil, Intentions and Goretex
Music, ingestin' your torn flesh
Evil, I'm questionin' more death
Music, dissectin' your corpse fresh

[Verse 2: Evil Intentions' ?]
Buildin' the Tower of Babylon, shotgun shower
I'm gravelin' your abdomen, unravelin' relativity
Travelin' faster than the power of a javelin
Devourin', dismantlin' a mass of men, slicin' (?) in
Cowards like a mandolin
Danish your damage in maggots and Mary Mabdulin?
Rapids in blastin' the Vatican laughin' when slicin' half your skin with a savage grin
Lyrical vortex, rhymin' in circles like chains around whores' necks
Torn flesh, gut your cerebral cortex
Evil Intentions and Goretex
We the best in the game
Destined to reign 'til there's nothin' left of his brain
Mentioned the name from out the high direction and death is the same
Evil Intentions leave you restin' in pain
Blessin' your frame with a Smith & Wesson is (?)
Spit savage raps to damage minds
You ravage lives to pass the time, blast the nine

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Evil Intentions' ?]
Leave the past behind, fast rewind, subtractin' sins of time
Mastermind, craftin' rhymes with a grand design
Sacrifice the last to rights, appetite for destruction
Stab and slice, knife swipe your windpipe is eruptin'
Get gutted quick, holdin' heat
Like an oven mitt, I'll bust your lip
Hit a mothafucka like a ton of bricks
Gun equipped, shit's gonna get, on and poppin'
Bumpin' sick Hip Hop gutta shit I'm always droppin'
Bloodsuckin' industry, everyone's an enemy
Vivid speech, reality's hittin' me independently
Consider me the sick MC feedin' human centipedes
The mystery of my mind is hard to paint in vividly
Blow smoke like chimneys, it'll be over soon
Overdue this shit spittin' sicker than a cobra tooth
Smokin' doobs like a whale that's rows consumed
White shadow, molten tombs
Got me burnin' down the vocal booth

[Hook x2]