The Hour of Death - Skeptika, Spnda, Relentless

I think the doctor ordered murder

Death certificates are served like hors d’oeuvres

Catch a tre-5 or buck 50, nobody fucking with me

Unleash the dragon, fire covers the room

When the spirit reaches, breaking deals with the demons

That sound like the antichrist, reminds him of Slim Jesus

Your corpse arrived in time for the harvest

And that Cuban Link sparkle just assures that you’re a target

You might abort the mission if you’re nervous

Rap process quick as MacIntoshes

I saw mirages, dreaming of a family in a fortress

Instead, blood just oozes out the orifice

The crime scene was horrible and yet gorgeous

Broken ligaments, not your average gore just

A visit to the reaper and when he arrived, I replied

«You ain’t taking my body, I might just need it»

Somebody’s gotta die

Somebody’s gotta die

You got to go

Somebody’s gotta die

Somebody’s gotta die

Somebody’s gotta die

You got to go

Yo, uhuh, ayo

Tibetan books, crooks and castles looking at you

Keep they eyes Viacom was getting deep

Street politics, hollow tip thoughts, I lick off

Faces of the boss, fat belly full, no Rick Ross

Pasta plates, red gravy with the pen crazy

I operate like James Bond villains, you’ll never play me

Wavy ocean crash, riptides in these dark waters

I say a prayer for the single mothers, no fathers

fly traps looking for Venus

Mentally I took the scenic, feeling squeamish

Sick from this humble pie, I’m eating 7 pieces, now, my thesis

Is to murder everything that I’m touching, I’m Black Jesus

Turn water to wine, all the time metaphoric

I’m in a literal sense, I’m spitting chloric

Acid to masses now passed down through lineage

Gritty law mandates the landscape while city lives

Hey yo, live from the Bates Motel aka gates of hell

Misery and with the smell

Spells of a Blair Witch, scheming demons is careless

Demons dreaming of deaths hour in most malicious manner

These vicious planters of bad seeds, bad Santas

The advantage to have cannons protecting but he vanished

You flip the beat, I rip the beat like Jack from out of London

A strangler out of Boston firing brimstones upon us

I ponder with the chainsaw, soul snatcher came for

The Ring of Frodo, the immortal, the technique remain raw

Conquered all I came, saw

Role reverse, I go berserk for ancient and kush

Chocolate spears behind the bush is burning

that you be learning

The evil all around this hemisphere continue turning

Zombies and goblins, ghouls and ghosts doing the most

So when I spooks was zoning in my twilight

Somebody’s gotta die

Somebody’s gotta die

You got to go

Somebody’s gotta die

Somebody’s gotta die

Somebody’s gotta die

You got to go