Post Mortem

Guess what, I really love to play with organs,

i dont mean the ones in church, i mean the one in my opponents,

Slash em fuckin post mortem, rib cage and chest open,

Smell of formaldehyde make me high like a Lindsey Lohan,

Squezze their fuckin hearts till it burst on the walls and,

Mix some Ambien and Prozak, do you want a second dose Pam,

So you can sniff this shit, inside of yo fuckin closet,

Shaking cause here comes Mefisto to stuff it between yo doll legs,

Rape bitch till she vomit every content in her stomach,

Stab her in abdomen, blood drip drops like a faucet,

Jump on you like MC on stage after surprising comeback,

Whole world is Jurassic Park, and I am a fuckin comet,

Nobody can stop me, incarnation, Devil's awoken,

No fuckin Superman, no Batman, or a Flash Gordon,

Million clones of mine, on street, bunch of Black Orphans,

Now its time, final incision, rhyme post mortem....