Belt Parkway

Factory stance, acid in stamps, I'm exmortis
Chalice and plants, it's dancers moonlighting its tortoise
Slice your wig up, the general sword fuck him with Gore shit
Pretty girls made graves, I kiss 'em once in their coffins
A Japanese romance, morbid corpses, I'm twisted it's often
The last one up in the morgue, I'm mad nauseous
Rockin' a shmack, wet nurse to pledging my cock
Whether vegetables like Shiavo on pot, ready to pop
Smoked the burning witch, pregnant bitches lookin' for Mitch
Me seein' is sick, nurses pop off, they're lookin' for dick
My killers are crunk from Malibu to kids in the sticks
The pre-apocalypse, the last pre-fix killin' your whole shit