Ya dead kid, now ya just meat for preparationnYa brain smeared all over the street like defecationnPull a gun out on a starnYa ain't to famous on Hollywood boulevardnYa get run over by a carnBig saws the size of the teeth of JawsnChop you into jig saws, pop you with a sig sawnStarin at death like a 9-11 jumpernAnti-Christ superstarnDrop the spine of a Reverend in a dumpsternBrutal accidents, and axes leaving dentsnIn ya skull permitting access to ya mendulas fragmentsnA bullet rushes at ya like a pirahna to killnAnd the slug cuts clearly threw ya skull like Doma's drillnYou can tell Im satanic from my evil beat selectionnYour autopsy's like Walbaum's meat sectionnKid ya didnt survive a stab to the chestnUnfortunately medical science can't always have successnn[Chorus]nYa don't like listening to death rap, well I donThere's nothing like beautiful music for you to die tonYou can't stop pain, how long will cocaine lastnA close range blast, will leave you with no brains fastnDont rap, stab yourself to the beat insteadnDont impress me with your raps, impress me by being deadnI'll be impressed when your bleeding rednCause atleast you can say you done somethin I havent done yetnn[Verse 2]nTrying to be spiritual so you can get closernYou'll have to choke on ya blood so ya can be koshernIts a fact, everything I put out will come backnLike cats, in the slums with crack, catchin' slugs in the backnIts a cycle and us humans are addicted to the thrillnSo now that your fuckin' dead, we need somebody new to killnIf I tried to stop rappin like this I couldn'tnBut if I could I wouldn'tnSmash the door down, fuck gettin' my foot innGamble with ya life, I think ya out of lucknDont act rugged if ya not, cause when we bring it you'll be fuckednYa safe in ya crib, with ya organs adjacent to ya ribsnI pump with so much poison, not many more days ya livenYou look fucked, you look like you pukin' guk upnIt looks like the rest of ya life should sucknWhen I said it, kid, ya get beheaded with a knifenBy the most sadistic mothafucka you ever met in ya life!nn[Chorus]nYa don't like listening to death rap, well I donThere's nothing like beautiful music for you to die tonYou can't stop pain, how long will cocaine lastnA close range blast, will leave you with no brains fastnDont rap, stab yourself to the beat insteadnDont impress me with your raps, impress me by being deadnI'll be impressed when your bleeding rednCause atleast you can say you done somethin I havent done yetnnIt's beautifulnnIt's beautiful to demonsnn*sample*Beautiful music, dangerous rhythmnnDeath is ugly cause you fear it, it's beautiful to demonsnnStop the pushin, pullin, and screaminnn*sample*Beautiful music, dangerous rhythmnnIts beautifulnnStop the pushin, pullin, and screaminndeath is ugly cause you fear it, it's beautiful to demons