Lyrics Carnivores - Circle Of Tyrants

(Jack Nicholson) "I'm not gonna hurt
You, I'm just gonna bash your brains in,
I'm gonna bash em right the fuck in"

I'm living a mondo life
Packing a tonto knife, it's sharp like an anaconda's bite,
You'll get stomped in a fight
I love mentioning weapons,
Enter the ring steppin on your skull we do demented things when reppin
Satanic like a cleric, leaving your mama hysteric
Shank your face with a kitchen knife till ya look like John Merrick
I'm full of gore, brutal like a pit bull's jaw
Belligerent like demons that pull you to the floor
It's Mordechai, back from the dead, crackin your head
Open with a pipe, gettin hype, back-up what you said
I'm like a skeleton covered with rotted skin
I got a grin, shanking you till I murder you coz I gotta win
Packing a metal barrel under my ghetto apparel
Pull out and blast you fast that's how I settle battles
I would've loved to stick up Jesus,
"Give up the bible, chopping your clique up into pieces."

There comes a time when a throne will become a prison,
Kill your idols and shoot the television, goon is in Glenwood
The truth is I live for the Art of War
I'm a ground zero Brooklyn carnivore, opposition signing off
Forefathers, given these 9s from another war,
Future primitives stargate through another door
I'm a king, my hamper equipped with 100 whores
Crush our enemies, drink out of cups made of skulls
Obey laws like the vikings that came before
Natural like lightning I came forth from the storm
I've been a soldier before the time of creation's dawn
Ate from the Tree of Life and cut my tongue on the thorn
Ot 5 pistols like dry nickels
Get the drop on you like suicide
Bombers on bicycles, colder than icicles
Explode raw, we pro-war, coke snort, spun the fuck out
Sorta like Mike Tyson on Zoloft

I'm the palm of Ramirez, my arms are bombs for gear-heads
Decapitated, collected and wrapped like deers' heads
Back with axes, diseased tongue I'm a tapeworm
This zombie ritual killer drillin ya face-first
I leave ya brain chilled, soakin' in absinthe
Light you up in flames, same scene, chokin' on matches
Impaled Nazarene, Cold Lake
Your corpse shrivelled up like an old
Cake slipped over the table, mortuary fake
Artery shake under blade that glistens
Gore bids, morbid kids who never break traditions
Face humanity, my cerebrum is as ancient as Christians
My sanity's off-vision, smiling at every incision
You coughing up lungs, splattered with the matter in bugs
Bury you dead with your head oozing off ravenous drugs
Magic in slugs,
Cadavers getting hammered with gloves
Sanitation's here to bury actors in backs of the trucks

The Lord of Illusion, swords cause contusions
Gore's what your choosing, blood soaked conclusions
Armies of darkness, ravage your carcass
Death nailing arches, damaging targets
Creep with the creatures beneath the fog
Make preachers lose their belief in God
Teeth in your chest as you reach for your weapons
Undead zombies eat your intestines
Run through the streets, a marathon, a judge
There's no escaping the amazon of blood
You're powerless to fight, devoured by the night
No guts left in sight, disemboweled by a knife
Locked in my dungeon for months at a time
Then chopped into bunches of chunks when you die
Exploit your corpse, but gotta be cautious
To be sure, of course, watch you rot till I'm nauseous

*Sample* "I'm not gonna hurt you,
I'm just gonna bash your brains in,
I'm gonna bash em right the fuck in"