Bullituary (Remix) Lyrics

Artist: Obituary / Release:1997-03-22 / Album: Back From The Dead

Ha Ha. Only true, only true

Obituary and Diablo D, Skinner T

Wants some pleasure

Bastard cycle

Profession of a make of myself

Well with a spell...clocked in

Evil men, evil deeds, evil time to grieve

To kills fells

With a deal, with the bloods all stale

Fell

A thousand caps of hell

On the wheel of the women Apocalypse

I'll split this shit or I'll take your life

Either way you shoot it, you know it's all child's play

Hey, I'll make you say

Leave that guy alone

Bring him along and bring him to a new home

In the darkest depths of hell

I call your bluff, so you'll bounce like breasts

I got a back like a tree and arms are like a fuckin' chests

So who the fuck would have guessed

I call the bug. I'm a Johnny Quest

I'm obsessed with a bitch in your nest

So gamble the rent

I figure show the bitch the bastard, when you go packin'

Go packin' with a holeproof vest in which

We're gutless and heartless. My homestead is heartless

Any nigga from the... ...assumption... think we're trolls

And I think we take control...

Either way I'm taken a shit

We can at least shut the door. In case it sounds like a hit

I digress, here I go again, with the tall breath

Sickle cell the proud, all your lyrics for your death

So keep yourself open. I come and puke

So looking like you're smokin', rocks, while I'm broken

You're broken and choken. Ha, you're soaken

Stuck my hand out like a vulcan

Spock did he box. ...the voicebox... you're funny

The other day I ain't no heartbreaker, but I won't be by

Once more fry. ...to for... box

So my body could be disintegrated and it hurts to hold my madness

Destiny, feel disgrace

I'm the one that's fallen

I'm the one in pain

I'm the one that's going

Forces decay in pain, by the light

Bullituary, Obituboys

Bullituary, Obituboys

Suffer is cold

Bullituary, Obituboys

Bullituary, Obituboys

There's colors

See it in his face

Drifting through the sorrow

The visions yet display

It strips the soul completely empty

Sirens rage in vain

Drifting through the sadness

Violence fills the sky

Torturing, the voice rang out

My servants, they are blind

Check out his head blow. Cock like a reload...

I'm the man with hands. Suffer is cold

My blood's flowing... ...slice you...an amateur ...breath it...

Searing his face

Madman. I'm the bitch, fuck a dumptruck

Soapbox... a flesh eating virus, Osiris

A tiller, the champion blood spiller, Godzilla

Fortified breakfast miller, a killer

An animal, I hand them all an animal

I manhandled... drowning...other's records

So check it... ...these days, hell I excel, I'm cataclysm

Ha, I best it, I cross it. The acid I drop it

I ...it, stop it. While you bob it

I make a... with this shit and then I sharp it, yeah

Bullituary, Obituboys

Bullituary, Obituboys

Yeah

Tags: rock, rap, death-metal