Lyrics: <PHADED1 made it, son.> Cyanide saliva Cold cadavers in the corridors/ Resurrect the dead I'm spittin' viruses and clonin' spores/ Breakin' open doors No containment for this biohazard/ Laughin' in my lab Hear me cacklin' and speakin' backwards/ Sins of black magic A thirst for blood plagues/ Livin' to give it another shot Of novocaine to slow the pain/ Hold your fuckin' horses bitch I'm morbidly enforcin' this/ Lord knows Attempts to be a normal kid were forfeited/ Court cases pourin' in Sluts on all fours again/ Leave them with a whisper They're infected with my poison pen/ A walkin' corpse is loyal I can hear your blood boilin'/ Show me where it hurts And I can carve it with some pointy shit/ I listen to what you're thinkin' and it's somethin' like "Woah!/ How is he so humble with a terrifyin' flow?"/ Simple, just observin' makes the fakers shakin' nervous/ I'm the one they're most concerned with, got them dyin' for a show! ——————————————— written and produced by Charles D. Brand II - [PHADED1] ±GraveYardCult±