The Formula - SickTanicK

I’m spitting formulas fatal and unstable

My rhymes are like a body laying on the morgue table

And now it’s time to pay hommage to my influence

You speak Death, motherfucker, cause I speak it fluent

From Deicide down to Morbid Angel

I’m a Cannibal Corpse

That’ll leave you Stripped, Raped and Strangled

My rhymes Cephalic and you know they cause Carnage

Cause Spice once said a killa is heartless

I Show No Mercy like my name was Slayer

Cause Hell Awaits when it’s Raining Blood

And so I’ll see you there

I’m 2 Live like my name was Luke

And there’s a Dark Funeral everytime I’m spitting in the booth

I sing Anthems to the Welkin at Dusk

Thus Spake the Nightspirit Through the Infinity of Thoughts

This scum fuck is soon coming to your area

So watch out cause you know I spit Brujeria

They call me Blasphemer, Gate Keeper

Spitting Formulas Fatal to Your Flesh

Blasphemer, hate bringer

For the Wicked There Is No Rest, yes

I’m kinda like the rap version of Glen Benton

With a touch of GG Allin and a hint of Manson

Historically I’m like Saladin

I wish to rid the holy land of the cancer Christianity

Eighteen visions of a Fear Factory

I cause Suffocation on the Front Line Assembly

People Equal Shit in the Pretty Hate Machine

Everything ends cause I partake in duality

But subtly of force I bring the raw breakdowns

Like some motherfucking West Coast hardcore

I’m fucked up like a Larry Clark-flick

But I’m more like Clive Barker when I spit the Wicked Shit

Lyrically I am Eli Roth

And mentally I’m intricate like the Book of Thoth

Now you know where I come from

Like the kid in The Shining I’m all about the red rum