Louis Logic Lyrics - Visceral Literal lyrics

Visceral Literal lyrics (Lyrics)

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[Talking: Louis Logic]
You son of a bitch...
Grimey fuck...

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[Rapping: Louis Logic]
I hate you from the bottom of my heart
Smart talkin bitch, rap-pseudo intellectual chit chat
You dont have to? wear a thought or peer at all?
When I heave a big axe at the back of your neck and head
And tear it off, soft, silly putty bullshit
I live to strip the flesh from off your bones, holmes
Homegrown slasher flick, spill the blood of pacifists
Kill your cousin and your kids, violent, nihilist
Stab your weak ass DJ with a stylus, right up in his eyelids
Never, never, ever sever ties
Unless its severing the spine from the nerve-endings of a clever guy
Runnin from a cop car, clothes soaked in the blood of pop stars
Murdering is not hard! Its only hard not to murder!
Cause women just look sexier, when theyre chopped to burger...
Sliced down to size til it resembles anorexia
What chick wouldnt want a naked killer standin n ext to her?
I guess its just, guess its just, probably its, obvious
My hobby is, slayings of the sloppiest degree!
Im an ominous disease or a gift from God
Eating people is a job, dining on a human shish kebab
With a slobs mannerisms, Im still wearin lunch
From yesterday on my shirt, at my Sunday mornin brunch
Old folks havin aneurysms, when I hunt
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On the news, women found with blunt
Objects jammed up in their cunt
We interrupt this broadcast for a special newsflash
Today I stuck a shotgun up this broads ass (blam!)
Back to you Tom, bad news, reporting live,
Following a serpentine blood trail at the murder scene
Back to your regular program,
Of bludgeonin yuppies with their cellular phone then
Carvin a grown man, down to the shape of a child
Now find the outline and save it a while
I got a sentiment for dismemberment
And enjoy scrawling letters in blood with poor penmanship
Im like dismember, disembowel, disavow
Show up at the precinct, and ask is this allowed
With a gouge in my forehead
Shaped like a crescent moon and star
And a shirt that says I kill for Allahu Akbar
So Im only doin Gods work
Waitin for some unaware, under aged chicks outside a concert
The monster, who strikes like clockwork
Guerrilla, serial killer, fuckin stiff chicks until my cock hurts
Im a terrorist, heavenless, specialist, pessimist
Ever since my dog started sendin mixed messages
Chicks with big breastsesses, started turnin up dead
Found on an altar with altered measurements
Effortless precision, sharp knife management
Executed by the champion of killin transients

[Drums play until end]