GENOCIDE!

It's the mad rad mammoth
Gonna make it fucking graphic
Epileptic, seeing static, wish me luck for what will happen
Imma dead man walking, stalking, looking for something sharper
To cut my foes into pieces call me the bucking butcher
My fallen brethren's disappearance ain't gon' leave in vain
I ride for em', taint myself with blood before their name
Game change bitch, pull up in the joint quick
White witch gon' summon some shit in the black abyss
Hanging my enemies on the wall within a plaque
I am raping the remains of their souls inside of a bag
I attack, make em' banish in panic
Young witch could vanish in static
Painting my soul black on the canvas
Smoking a bowl in the attic
Sucka what the fuck you want, you don't want none
I'm a good guy, but I'm here to shed some blood
Bury the ones you love right into the mud
I know where you at, bitch you talk to much