Darkest Corridor - Fubar, DJ Rhum'1

It is absolutely useless trying to fight Poseidon

Brother is Zeus filling the sky with lightning

Mind is seismic

Biblical perfection, equivalent to Lucifer and Christ combining

Eventually the planet will ignite

Saw it coming like the death scene in «Passion of the Christ»

Massive in my prime, granted I’m alive

They will consider my albums classic when I die

Savage on the mic, stabbing them with knives

Stare too long and start damaging your eyes

Bring a noose, let’s see how much you can hang

I smile so that you can see the blood on my fangs

Crack your head open, body slams that leave dents

Leaving you with half your teeth left

Lyrically I advance with each breath

But also realize I’m a man who needs rest

This is blood for blood and by the gallons. These are the old days man,

the bad days, the all-or-nothing days. They’re back. There’s no choices left

and I’m ready for war

Don’t put me inside a casket when I die

Burn and disperse the ashes in the sky

Keeping limbs in my oven

Emcees getting ripped by the hundreds

If I’m clutching mic devices

Time for violence given the state of mind that I’m in

With knives or ice picks

Stab you in the face repeatedly until both of your eyes are blinded

It’s important you understand I eat flesh

When the timing is right I plan to cheat death

I demand your respect

Why would I be afraid of another man who bleeds red?

Saw to his abdomen, calm while I’m stabbing him

Bat to his knees, crack his jaw with a hammer fist

If you want war just call the antagonist

How in the hell you gonna walk with paralysis?

Naw, I ain’t having it, brain is lost in a labyrinth

Mutilated dogs in my cabinets

Bring pestilence on all the inhabitants

Future generations will talk of my sacrilege

It’ll be loud and nasty. My kind of kill. And when his eyes go dead the hell I

send him to will seem like heaven after what I’ve done to him

Don’t put me inside a casket when I die

Burn and disperse the ashes in the sky

Keeping limbs in my oven

Emcees getting ripped by the hundreds

I kill with the lines I’m writing

Type of virus that’ll spread if you try and find it

Bring the best, they can die the nicest

From bars that are hard enough to slice a diamond

Scar your henchmen, start your engines

The water that surrounds me is shark infested

Die from the bars I mention

Armed with weapons I obtained from a dark dimension

Invading your castle, while you’re chained to the the gravel

Losing both your arms is the only way to escape from the shackles

It’s the day of the jackal

Pray in a chapel, be afraid of the shadows

Drugged by chemicals they place into capsules

Why you think you can’t look away from the channels?

They might as well cut your frame with a scalpel

Like alien mutilation of cattle

Don’t put me inside a casket when I die

Burn and disperse the ashes in the sky

Keeping limbs in my oven

Emcees getting ripped by the hundreds