The Formula

[Verse 1:]
I'm spitting formulas fatal and unstable
My rhymes are like a body laying on the morgue table
And now it's time to pay hommage to my influence
You speak Death, motherfucker, cause I speak it fluent
From Deicide down to Morbid Angel
I'm a Cannibal Corpse
That'll leave you Stripped, Raped and Strangled
My rhymes Cephalic and you know they cause Carnage
Cause Spice once said a killa is heartless
I Show No Mercy like my name was Slayer
Cause Hell Awaits when it's Raining Blood
And so I'll see you there
I'm 2 Live like my name was Luke
And there's a Dark Funeral everytime I'm spitting in the booth
I sing Anthems to the Welkin at Dusk
Thus Spake the Nightspirit Through the Infinity of Thoughts
This scum fuck is soon coming to your area
So watch out cause you know I spit Brujeria

[Hook:]
They call me Blasphemer, Gate Keeper
Spitting Formulas Fatal to Your Flesh
Blasphemer, hate bringer
For the Wicked There Is No Rest, yes

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm kinda like the rap version of Glen Benton
With a touch of GG Allin and a hint of Manson
Historically I'm like Saladin
I wish to rid the holy land of the cancer Christianity
Eighteen visions of a Fear Factory
I cause Suffocation on the Front Line Assembly
People Equal Shit in the Pretty Hate Machine
Everything ends cause I partake in duality
But subtly of force I bring the raw breakdowns
Like some motherfucking West Coast hardcore
I'm fucked up like a Larry Clark-flick
But I'm more like Clive Barker when I spit the Wicked Shit
Lyrically I am Eli Roth
And mentally I'm intricate like the Book of Thoth
Now you know where I come from
Like the kid in The Shining I'm all about the red rum

[Hook] [2x]