She's dead, Master, hand me the vice, hand me the noose
Blood dips, medicine juiceheads, we cut you up for loose ends
Fuckin' truths we rapists, take yo' girl to the table
Cut off her circulation, I giggle when she's near vegetation
I spit darts for purple hearts and killers with street smarts
Bury you in the Earth with the peasants and retards
Dig your body up, before we go to burn up we torch you, it's awful
I'm Goremet rippin' your shreds, every morsels
Serve fiends on bikes, got 'em twitchin' all antsy
Keep the block hot stacked, we got fatties like John Candy
Glenwood Projects, my goons Bates for the pantry
Steak sauce when I floss like '74 Gordon Ramsay
I bruise chicks for whips, while you tranny with dicks
Faggot rap get in your asshole pitch, you love twits
Back to the Noose was written by Goretex.
Goretex released Back to the Noose on Sun Jun 26 2011.