Verse I: Lil Defilement I was never promised heaven, out the womb in 97 these rhymes that I’m kickin make you second guess your blessings a funeral procession for the devils I’m possessing a raw rugged man with a featureless expression taking whack mc’s to the grave it’s a must you muthafuckas really should spontaneously combust your music makes me sick and leaves me loathing in disgust buried in the dirt six feet deep you are encrust materials to end your life I pack it in my trunk shot you in the head what you was thinkin now been thunk wrap you up in in cellophane and take you to the dump the bottom of my boot is covered in your brain chunks this decrepit rap, you get no slack, step up yo shit you try to rap like this but ya getcha throat slit I recommend you stop your trends, just go and fuckin quit or consider suicide but this time you commit, bitch Verse II: Lil Defilement now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep If I die before I wake, christ is dead he burns at the stake what the fuck you thought this was I ain’t believing shit you might but I promise he ain’t helping you through this so go ahead and pray and start to grip that crucifix cause that muthafucka will not hear you screaming for the end cthulhu calls me deep as I keep traveling through this void cosmic horrors revealed through the static and white noise no longer feel the fear but you remain paranoid you will face the terror it’s impossible to avoid fiery depths a gasping breath your livelihood unfolds even though it’s warm you feel your body turns cold wishin you was happy with material golds proving that your worthless items do not save your soul

Verse I: Cadaver Da Mane I’m stalkin the streets to make a bitch obsolete cadaver da mane is creeping for some dead meat if they’re not dissected - then work is incomplete takin my time with the nine workin perfectly I watch from a distance - I’m studying your path followed you home crept through the door - watched you take a bath waiting for the perfect time to strike you’ll feel my wrath I’ll make sure you suffer and you beg before you pass got a blade with the teeth sink it in your guts vivisections with infections now you leakin blood and pus homicidal psycho living hell it’s something I’ve construct torture you deep in the basement no escape in handcuffs, bitch Verse II: Cadaver Da Mane satanic killer I'll dump you in a river don’t be fuckin with the mane who pull the fuckin trigger got me a shovel, I'll be your grave digger muthafucka you is fuckin with a heavy hitter execution on some bustas, puttin yo body right into the gutter throw you with the rest of the cluster I’ll let you know that in hell I’m conductor be a fuckin witness to this devil shit I promise this you’re thrown to abyss, you will not be missed you cannot resist, you’re cut into bits a muthafucka like me ain’t to be fucked with and if you fuckin with me bitch I’ll turn you to a monolith praying and praising while forever waiting your god here is fading, the devils your facing your body is aching, your mind is degrading this shit aggravating I know how you feel, skin back with a peel take a moment to remember that this is real you can’t escape, now ain’t that great? tommy gonna put the gat in your face

Verse I: Lil Snubnose breakin out the mask, gotta couple tasks I know where you at, no more chit chat spin like acrobats, once you get the gat brain matter go splat, heart line go flat tell me what it is, tell me what it do tell me what it be, tell me what the cue what the fuck the you know, what the fuck you heard tell me everything, chirp like mockingbird if you do not speak, open up that beak family will grieve, so I suggest you squeak god damnit you panic wish this wasn’t so tragic it just so happens you were force fed maggots grab the automatic room gets really manic sink you like titanic, cause I am satanic Verse II: Lil Snubnose used to know a bitch or two, all of y’all I see through now I fuck with none of you, still stackin up my revenue lately I been feelin that I’m on thin ice ain’t no second chances, second guesses no moment to steady think twice guess I’ll just have to roll the dice lately I been feeling like some TV static If you want it come get it I got that static locked up in the attic next to all my bad habits fuck yo status fuck the chains, fuck the drugs fuck the golds, fuck the clubs all y’all the same it’s not enough all the trends and your fashions that shit is rough

Verse I: Yung Desolation crawled up out the womb just to go into a tomb body bloody, beaten, broken, better dig up and exhume in bloom of my doom, ruination of my youth funeral pyre desires up in the wake of fallen moons, uh depths of depravity, self inflicted wounds like cavities muthafuckas lucky they be livin oh so lavishly never had shit so as a child I had fantasies of gettin out foundations that was built upon my agony occupy my mind so no one can remind me of the times I was wishin to be in chalk lines resigned mankind, bind in shackles faith so blind my teeth so bloody from the muthafuckin grind hoe Verse II: Lil Defilement I hate when people move they mouth - shut the fuck up I’m around shoot you in your fuckin face now what you gonna talk about? suicidal homicide I put us both deep in the ground really feelin that idea it’s kinda making me aroused lil defilement mixed with yung desolation this depressive manic state has left me locked in isolation with persuasion I convince to blow your dome off that clean shaven I’m awaiting judgement day so I can see extermination pick you all off one by one, I nuked this world like megaton I ain’t nobodies fuckin son, I’ll do you you in then get me done I do not give a single fuck about gettin better it’d be better if I ended this right with a vendetta Verse III: Tommy Wit Da Tone tommy wit da tizzone breakin all your fuckin bizzones invading inside your hizzome, puttin bullets in your dizzome don’t you hit my fuckin phizzone after I glow up and blizzow I’mma king I’m on the thrizzone, fucking with me that’s a big nizzo got them psychoactive sounds makin the fuckin block shake you listen to this no better than this the rap game I will break homicide stay on my mind be at your funeral wake pullin up whip out my dick I’m pissing on your grave mugged of your life, maybe next time think twice I be stuck with this strife, there’s blood on my knife I stay home all alone, collect my wishbones don’t you ever dare and fuck with tommy wit da tone