paroles de chanson Death March - Esoteric , Virtuoso
[Virtuoso]
I'm
omnipotent
You
claim
to
win
battles
So
when
the
beat
starts
I'll
punch
the
tree
bark
And
pass
the
chainsaw
to
a?
heart
Severing
every
animal
I'm
doing
dirt
like
earthworms
I'm
sick
and
original
Boy,
I
gave
birth
to
the
first
germs
I
spit
the
acetate
To
make
your
lips
evaporate
The
Master
Ape
Bare
hands
will
decapitate
and
bash
your
face
Pass
the
eight,
sack
of
shake
Twisted
in
plasma
tape
I
came
for
y'all
through
the
castle
gate
I
come
across
a
substance
yet
I
couldn't
lacerate
Virtuoso
is
an
unidentified
flying
object
to
make
your
space
shuttle?
So
while
you
drunks
look
for
a
hook
and
say
you
masturbate
Telling
7L
to
sratch
a
plate
In
due
for
respect
I
slap
your
face
Ask
to
make
my
specs,
I'm
a
tackle
ya
You're
a
neck
and
I'm
Dracula
Have
sex
in
the
back
of
a
black
Lex
or
an
Acura
Met
with
the,
Jedi
Mind
Tricks
We
rhyme
sick
and
side?
for
dime
chicks
I'll
strangle
you,
use
my
same
hands
to
give
you
the
Heimlick
So
you
can
live
to
face
more
punishment
from
my
divine
lips
[Jus
Allah]
Jus
Allah
prays
on
the
minds
of
the
young
Silencing
the
devil
that
speaks
with
forked
tongue
Taste
my
blade
sharpness
Ranked
in
no
class
like
Marxist
The
heartless
Rise
out
of
darkness
I'm
the
last
head
you
should
ever
try
to
fuck
with
Be
the
next
memeber
in
the
cast
of
my
snuff
flicks
Rough
shit,
don't
even
attempt
sleeping
At
war
with
the
demons
that
live
in
infernal
regions
Spawned
from
eternal
semen
bred
flesh
predators
Wings
of
the
arms
when
you
heels
like
Pegasus
Grabbing
your
leg,
so
you
live
to
the
heavenless
Drop
this
prejudice
and
follow
me
to
Exodus
[Ikon
the
Hologram]
We
ravenous
Exhume
the
tomb
of
Lazarus
You
blasphemous
We
bring
war
to
pacifists
Tarantulas,
burn
flesh
like
a
nine
glock
Your
mind
stops
from
nine
of
my
divine
shots
A
pine
box
is
fine
for
a
killer
to
run
Swing
from
vines
and
rhyme
like
Atilla
The
Hun
Bring
the
gun,
your
tounge
is
what
I'm
slicing
We
slap
tracks
and
attack
like
M.
Bison
Ilohem,
fuck
the
pagans
we
mark
them
And
take
turns
to
burn
religious
doctrines
Concoctions
of
pain
hits
from
eight
angles
Locked
in
the
brain
to
lacerate
ankles
[Esoteric]
Yo,
I
rip
mics,
stick
lames
Wreck
nights,
spit
flames
Lead
pipes,
split
frames
Kid
ain't
shit
changed
Act
trife
I
grab
the
mic
and
bag
your
wife
Sacrifice
you
twice
Motherfuckering
after
life
Decimate
your
paradise
Burn
tracks
like
thermostats
My
personal
attacks
snap
back
to
murder
cats
I
might
advise
You
type
of
guys
should
revitalize
Your
man
power,
I
sabotage
the
fire
flys
With
a
dope
rhyme
Take
control
of
your
soul
Grab
a
fourty
fo'
for
the
po's
Get
your
broken
nose
Opponents
go
to
shows
Now
they
know
their
robes
damn
hoes
that
fold
my
clohtes
I
bark
at
these,
mark
MCs,
park
and
freeze
My
world
hypothesis
Kill
beasts
like
heart
disease
Man
please
You
can
never
fuck
with
the
Eso-teridactyl
My
rap
skills
will
thrash
you
Motherfucker
1 Speech Cobras
2 The Deer Hunter
3 Trinity
4 Gengis Khan
5 Intro
6 Retaliation
7 Contra
8 Speech Cobras
9 Breath of God Interlude
10 Death March
11 Words from Mr. Len Part One
12 I Against I
13 The Prophecy Interlude
14 Heavenly Divine
15 Sacrafice
16 Permanant Midnight Interlude
17 The Deer Hunter
18 Blood Reign
19 Words from Mr. Len Part Two
20 The Executioners Dream
21 Muerte
22 Heavenly Divine Remix
23 Army of the Pharaohs: War Ensemble
24 Untitled
25 Retaliation Remix
26 Blood Runs Cold
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