Torcher - DZK

It’s futile for you to do battle with a mutant who chews gravel

And spews jagged matter back at dudes asking to grapple

I’m used to abusive battering, and by «used to abusive battering»

I actually mean, my boot’s used to moving through asses, when

You, bastards attempt to pen raps attackin a cat of my stature

And it’s sad to hafta blast a backpacker so bad that

They hafta attach flaps of skin grafting and plastic limbs

After our match, when I win, just to patch him back again

What matters is, I’ve mastered every path of my craft so accurate

Every track I spit, rapidly adds to the status I have as «sick»

Which would be the shit, except when I rap a verse, nervous kids

Are grabbing a gas mask, and missing the first half of my shit

I flatten average men with a pad and pen, I’ll fashion a diss

So immaculate I hafta rap it with a cackle and grin

I’m past the status of Devils Advocate, attracted to sin

The baddest, you can’t even begin imagine the madness within

This is your warning, I’m a force to be reckoned with

My tongue’s a torch that scorches when the record spins

Fuck authority, I’d torture the president

It’s surely evident I’m as morbid as war veterans

I spit that horror-core shit and deliver rhetoric, so sadistic

Christians switch directions, when I’m headed in the direction

They’re headed in, and I’m better than any competitor

Ready to sever the head of a meddler, deadly as ever, the shit is inevitable

I sip liquor, get pissed, disfigure a chick’s pretty face with

A quick flip of my wrist, scraping razors hit, breakin the skin

And then, I’m lickin the places I slit, to taste what I did

I’m basically sayin, «mentally insane» is too tame for what I’ve been

Since the eighty’s and I’m saying I’m WAY crazier since then

I stay in a state of in-tense, meditative hate and stay bent

From medication meant to replace sedation with concentration and

Make you creative and unafraid to display it in the same sense

So I’m taping my prey’s faces and takin em to a basement in

A vacant wasteland to participate in strange operations

Like making em trade veins with an AIDS patient and then I’m unchaining em

And lettin em escape so I can chase em and video tape the mayhem

I’m playin with prayin victims laying naked, restricted with thick

Fitted restraints, I’m lifting, painfully bending tense ligament

Tissue, which extends when I inch the six sensitive suspension

Instruments in sixty demented and sequentially different increments

I’m disenchanted with music industry management so I’m plannin

To ram a van fulla flammable cans through every damn window I can

And park in the lobby of every labels office and demand coffee

From every A& R, I cross, cuz that’s what their fuckin job should be

And if they don’t comply with it, I’m flippin my lit cigarette skyward

And we can all fry in a pile, cuz I’m flying higher than Richard Pryor

And I’m dying to see if your cheap attire can defy the heat from my lighter

When I try to light a piece of it on fire, you ready die, sir?

Whoever’s in charge of these super-stars, gets a boot to the dome

For signing rhymers who couldn’t find a useful line on the road

It’s time for new talent to rise and re-define how to flow

And challenge those in power, so now it’s time go for the throat

And then it’s game over for the same jokers, in the range rovers

Focus, your reigns over, dope chains is taken and broken

Ya bones poking, ya brains smokin, it’s so hopeless, I’m waiting to open

Your show, so I go can loco and spray ya clothes with a flame thrower