Stoupe The Enemy of Mankind - d**h March lyrics

[Intro: Undertaker] Tonight, I speak of prophecy And what I will shall be done The sacrifices are not over The next sacrificial lamb will be led... to slaughter [Verse 1: Virtuoso] I'm omnipotent. You claim to win battles so when the beat starts I'll punch the tree bark and pa** the chainsaw to a leaf's heart Severian the 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 Pa** the eighth sack of shake; twist it and blast my tape Put Cambridge on the castle gate Haven't come across a substance yet I couldn't lacerate Virtuoso, the unidentified flying object To make your space shuttle from NASA late So while you crooks look for a hook I'm sayin' pa** the bait Telling 7L to scratch a plate In a duel for respect I'll slap your face Ask to make my specs and I'ma tackle ya You're a neck and I'm Dracula Have s** in the back of a black Lex or an Acura Laugh with the, Jedi Mind Tricks We rhyme sick and side bricks for dime chicks I'll strangle you, use my same hands to give you the Heimlich So you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips [Verse 2: Jus Allah] Jus Allah prays on the minds of the young Silencing the devil that speaks with forked tongue Taste my blade's sharpness, rank you no cla** like Marxists The heartless, rise out of darkness I'm the last head you should ever try to f** with Be the next member in the cast of my snuff flick Rough sh**, 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 arm on your heels like Pegasus Grabbing your leg, so you live with the Heaven-less Drop d**h's prejudice and follow me to Exodus [Verse 3: 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 Pine box is fine for a k**er to run Swing from vines and rhyme like Atilla The Hun Bring the gun, your tongue is what I'm slicing We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison Elohim, f** the pagans - we mock them And take turns to burn religious doctrines Concoctions of pain hits from eight angles Locked in the brain to lacerate angels [Verse 4: Esoteric] Yo, I rip mics, stick lames Wreck nights, spit flames Lead pipes, split frames Kid ain't sh** changed Act trife I grab the mic and bag your wife Sacrifice you twice Motherf** an 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 like fireflies With a dope rhyme Take control of your soul Rap a potent flow over foes Hope you don't catch a broken nose Opponents go to shows Now they know their roles, they're hoes that fold my clothes I bark at these, mark emcees, park and freeze My words part the seas k** beats like heart disease Man, please You could never f** with the Eso-pterodactyl My rap sk**s will thrash you Motherf**er [Outro: Undertaker] So until we meet again...accept the lord of darkness as your savior. Allow to the purity of evil to guide you