Crow Beak Museum - Death Rays
4Lyrics:
Hey everyone, listen, gather around
Directly from the underground with the radical sound
Now you’re in the world of Crow Beaks
We goof around but low-key we roll deep in more cold beef than Grove Street
Give you nose bleeds, I collect Draugr heads
Turn a waterbed into a slaughter shed
I got some sadistic fantasies to get to
I tend to cause horrific flesh wounds when I let loose
And that’s well cool, I always wondered how flesh taste
Initiate the next phase, coming at you with death rays
All you can do is spectate, I’m a rude fuck
Walk shirtless in minus 40 Celsius and don’t even get goose bumps
See, I’m not a real human; I just pretend to be
I kick my enemies like a pissed off centipede
A peaceful, normal life just never made sense to me
So I make splatter films converted into the form of mp3’s
Up against me and you’ll be history, written by the victor
One word from me is worth more than a thousand pictures
My bars will leave you shellshocked
Get you with a headshot that turns your brain into dreadlocks
Bringing the real shit, always mixing violence and business
If the Rapture comes it better be Andrew Ryan who builds it
If they suggest you get a hobby to replace your stash of drugs
then whack them over the head with a homemade ceramic mug
No worries, with me you won’t get slut shamed or butt raped
But you will get to star in your very own snuff tape
I got sick of my psychologist and her witty back-talk
so since it was all confidential I killed her with a hacksaw
I use a Cadillac to crack your back as a punishment for your crappy rap
and smack you over the head with a magic staff called the Wabbajack
Keep your eyeballs in a fanny pack, burn down your house and dreams
then I’ll delete your nervous system and ask you how it feels