| Blast you with the Metallica, rip ya head to shreds like Hallagher's sledge hammer, you're dead like the space shuttle challanger. | |
| Scar slashes, car crashes, guitar thrashers, barbaric fascist, smashing you like Cassius. | |
| In a bar brawl smashed on Jager and hashish. | |
| War clashes, napalm blast hits, ashes to ashes, 100 yard dashes through the pastures, landmines stashed in the grasses. | |
| Blood splashes on the bra of Onassis. | |
| Killing you is sweet like a jar of malasses. | |
| We're hard assassins rockin' dark glasses, sarcastic, millitant like M.A.S.H. is. | |
| Tear gasses, burn like hot flashes. | |
| Bas in ya skull, blood drips down ya eye lashes. | |
| Bombastic like Comstock convicts, assfucked, shanked with sharp plastic condoms. | |
| [Chorus: x2] | |
| Punch you dead in your face, snuff you, jux you, mush you, rush you, bust you. | |
| Any day, any place, any time, step, no remorse, no regret, rep it to the death. | |
| Set it off in the street, cock back gats, fists or weapons, whatever, attack. | |
| You don't want it with me, look into my eyes, Death Rap, listen to it, live it, die! | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Light you up, rabid oxidation, scintillation, skin burn to a cinder, disintigration. | |
| Inferno wind, flame blazing, tinfer, luminosity, human atrocity, | |
| Fumigated found in ditches, bodies on top of bodies, accumulated like compound interest. | |
| At the help with a splatter film axe, flank attack, stomp you like a tanks caterpillar tracks. | |
| Overture of torture, let the crows get ya, blood stained, Gorbachev's head, chrome wet ya. | |
| Packin like jack Ruby with a short fuse. | |
| Booby trap you, brapppp! You live on the news. | |
| Lapidation, foulness like Ralphus, rapid heart palpitations, scalp you like Al Fish. | |
| Every subject is sticky, strictly thug, let off a clip in ya mug publicly. | |
| [Chorus: x2] | |
| Punch you dead in your face, snuff you, jux you, mush you, rush you, bust you. | |
| Any day, any place, any time, step, no remorse, no regret, rep it to the death. | |
| Set it off in the street, cock back gats, fists or weapons, whatever, attack. | |
| You don't want it with me, look into my eyes, Death Rap, listen to it, live it, die! |
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