Tharken - Violence lyrics

Violence

Dancing on your grave like Baryshnikov
I'll rip you off, leave you in the desert
Till the vultures strip your corpse
Then rape your fuckin' wife, until my dick is soft
Till the flesh is peelin' off, I'm a devil concealed in cloth

Walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork
You got a hole in your stomach
Yo plug it up with a cork, you dork
Lots of blood loss, red cross
Couldn't help your dead boss cut his head off

Red cross
Blood loss

Red cross

Put 'em in a plot [2x]

Couldn't help your dead boss [2x]

Till the flesh is peelin' off, I'm a devil concealed in cloth

It's time for sick rhymes

Violence
Death, death
[2x]

Violence, violence, death, death
Yo there ain't nothin' left to say, this shit's fresh

Vi-vi-violence

Put 'em in a plot

Couldn't help your dead boss

Death

I'll rip you off, death

Blood loss
I'll rip you off, death

It's time [2x]