Death March Lyrics - Esoteric

[Virtuoso] 

I'm omnipotent 

You claim to win battles 

So when the beat starts 

I'll punch the tree bark 

And pass the chainsaw to a ????? heart 

Severing every animal 

I'm doing dirt like earthworms 

I'm sick and original 

Boy, I gave birth to the first germs 

I spit the acetate 

To make your lips evaporate 

The Master Ape 

Bare hands will decapitate and bash your face 

Pass the eight, sack of shake 

Twisted in plasma tape 

I came for y'all through the castle gate 

I come across a substance yet I couldn't lacerate 

Virtuoso is an unidentified flying object to make your space shuttle ??????? 

So while you drunks look for a hook and say you masturbate 

Telling 7L to sratch a plate 

In due for respect I slap your face 

Ask to make my specs, I'm a tackle ya 

You're a neck and I'm Dracula 

Have sex in the back of a black Lex or an Acura 

Met with the, Jedi Mind Tricks 

We rhyme sick and side ????? for dime chicks 

I'll strangle you, use my same hands to give you the Heimlick 

So you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips 

[Jus Allah] 

Jus Allah prays on the minds of the young 

Silencing the devil that speaks with forked tongue 

Taste my blade sharpness 

Ranked in no class like Marxist 

The heartless 

Rise out of darkness 

I'm the last head you should ever try to fuck with 

Be the next memeber in the cast of my snuff flicks 

Rough shit, don't even attempt sleeping 

At war with the demons that live in infernal regions 

Spawned from eternal semen bred flesh predators 

Wings of the arms when you heels like Pegasus 

Grabbing your leg, so you live to the heavenless 

Drop this prejudice and follow me to Exodus 

[Ikon the Hologram] 

We ravenous 

Exhume the tomb of Lazarus 

You blasphemous 

We bring war to pacifists 

Tarantulas, burn flesh like a nine glock 

Your mind stops from nine of my divine shots 

a pine box is fine for a killer to run 

Swing from vines and rhyme like Atilla The Hun 

Bring the gun, your tounge is what I'm slicing 

We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison 

Ilohem, fuck the pagans we mark them 

And take turns to burn religious doctrines 

Concoctions of pain hits from eight angles 

Locked in the brain to lacerate ankles 

[Esoteric] 

Yo, I rip mics, stick lames 

Wreck nights, spit flames 

Lead pipes, split frames 

Kid ain't shit changed 

Act trife 

I grab the mic and bag your wife 

Sacrifice you twice 

Motherfuckering after life 

Decimate your paradise 

Burn tracks like thermostats 

My personal attacks snap back to murder cats 

I might advise 

You type of guys should revitalize 

Your man power, I sabotage the fire flys 

With a dope rhyme 

Take control of your soul 

Grab a fourty fo' for the po's 

Get your broken nose 

Opponents go to shows 

Now they know their robes damn hoes that fold my clohtes 

I bark at these, mark MCs, park and freeze 

My world hypothesis 

Kill beasts like heart disease 

Man please 

You can never fuck with the Eso-teridactyl 

My rap skills will thrash you 

Motherfucker