1-3 The Jinx - Creepshow lyrics

I'm back from the dead, your head on a plate Body Decomposing; "I want my cake!" Beast from the crate, released by the skeptics Now rappers are getting murdered, and beats are getting ate Blood bath central, you freeze and you shake Praying that you're asleep, I believe you're awake Terror in your eyes, trying to compromise; Denying the inevitable, there is no escape Because nobody can help you, nobody can save you The grave's too deep, I don't think you will be able To make it out alive, but we'll see though This is 1-3 welcoming the creatures to "The Creepshow" Yeah, I grab the mic and begin to jam A rap demon that was summoned from a pentogram Yup, I cause distress when I'm cutting up Only because I have the caress of Edward Scissorhands I left my mother looking like Carrie's mom; 13 knives up in her body and in her hands Then, left my school looking like Carrie's prom: On fire, full of blood, and hella corpses in the stands The G. Romero of rap, my bite is infectious Taste for the flesh of mc's with a d**hwish Coming at you like some carnivorous roaches To guarantee you will be fleshless before breakfast Now tell me what's for lunch? Finish off the bones with a satisfying "crunch" You a motherf**ing dunce Trying me is the equivalent of f**ing trying to fight fire with a punch So go ahead, light another blunt Pa** another square, sh** you only die once; Just to burn for eternity, and I ain't finna front It sounds like fun, man f** ya'll c*nts. With Several machetes, I'm ready to watch some heads roll Spitting all fire, my tongues covered in petrol Never should have started this, I'm the king of Tartarus Pain is like an art, I'm just trying to torture your dead soul Bad incarnate, spazz retarded So sick I might make you a tad bit naseous So savage, you should be a tad bit cautious I will bury you n***as in black magic, coffins Souls in possession, funeral processions You witnessing decay is only showing my progression Who's pulling the strings? It shouldn't be a question My curse verses the furthest thing from a blessing You are roadk**. "Thanks for the ride." Black in the heart, blank in the mind Already dead, yet trying to survive I have arrived, HIDE Because nobody can help you, nobody can save you On the operating table, my flow too fatal This blade is too sharp, and it cuts deep, ho It's 1-3, welcoming you to "The Creepshow"