If Homicide Was An Olympic Sport

[Verse 1: 8corpses]
Kill a motherfucker, end their life no comma
Where's your God? Guess he's stuck, somewhere in a coma
Homicidal, your remains , I'll defile
Laugh in your face as your body parts dog pile
Pop you like some meds bowling ball served heads
I got voices in my head and in yours I'll put some lead
Everyone I meet I can't help but picture dead
I'm the demon that this population never should have bred
So much of who I am was formed around survival used to crave IV's not talking numerals
Oh my fucking God I wanna kill people
Oh my fucking God I wanna kill people

[Chorus: 8corpses]
Kill a motherfucker, end their life no comma
Where's your God? Guess he's stuck, somewhere in a coma
Homicidal, your remains , I'll defile

[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
Hit 'em with the Lysol
Hit 'em with the Pine Sol
They will never smell the fuckas body it's the right call
Catch 'em at the car show blood on the white walls
Never found his body they been looking all night dog
I let it rip (uh, yuh) Off of the hip (off of the hip!)
You ain't a juggalo homie then nobody telling me shit
(Ooh) And that Chapter who I'm with
And that Hatchet who I'm with
Psychopathic til' I RIP
Run that motherfucking bag up get the money counter
Booty mothafuckas hating on me need some baby powder
I can get the sucky from your baby momma
I don't think I wanna but she tryna holla and I'm slangin' chowder
Yeah bitch
And it's like...that
8 corpse bring that hook back

[Chorus: 8corpses]
Kill a motherfucker, end their life no comma
Where's your God? Guess he's stuck, somewhere in a coma
Homicidal, your remains , I'll defile