Lyrics:
Ligeti

Its a must that I bust any strap you hand to me it's inherited it runs in the Family nigga in the town got pounds of beef threaten a niggas life make

Square in the face So many spacecraft Hovering over like a third eye Why am I Hovering over myself I'm flipping out in the magazine neighbourhood *neighborhood

Tell me your name oak, aider and pine you all look alike a little bit dry Show me your tears I'll show you mine they look alike a little bit dry

[Verse 1] It's a must that I bust any strap ya hand ta me It's inherited, it runs in the family Niggaz in the town got pounds of beef Threaten a niggaz

Evil walks among us in the guise of man killing to be blessed, the innocent pray and die... I stick a knife into his head and twist it through his brain

Translation: Bandits. The Corpse Came To Dinner.

Translation: Corpse In Your Coffee. Here She Is Again.

Translation: Corpse In Your Coffee. Mom And Dad.

Translation: Prostitute Disfigurement. The Corpse Garden.