Turista

Still nothing beautiful we kill
Families on vac
They turistas hunt them on the
Beach where they lay this that hardcore
Horrorcore, bodies out in Bora Bora
Mosh pit death, another body caught on tour
Consumed by the greed watch
Living things bleed
The Catcher In The Rye the
Literature that we read
When we catching you you die
We need blood to proceed buffalo Bill
Dressed in the skins of the kill
Hannibal Lec', fucking Clarise in the neck
The Devil Reject
Killing everything you respect
I'm getting head from Medusa
The rattle snake shaker
The one that made arrangements
With your undertaker
Yo we harvesting your vital organs
All of that important to us
Killing in your mist stalking prey on the bus
Flintstone style
Impale you with an elephant's tusk
Beat you with clubs
Grind your fucking skull into dust
I'm having brutal thoughts of murder
When the sun come up
I'm having brutal thoughts of murder
When the sun go down

The craving is real
This is why we rape and we kill
Fans idolize
Pray to see our names on the bill
They hear twisted tales of murder
How we mangle for thrills
Releasing albums then we migrating
Back to the hills
We'll be writing more poems at the
Alter with the skull and bones
Drill holes, insert tablets up in your dome
Make zombies out of niggas
Make slaves out of bitches
Never photographed proper when they pose
For flicks with us i'm a witch doctor
Blacker than a suit on the cynics
Serial killers
Difference is you rap and we live it
Got wood chips in the
Backyard strictly for critics
You know what we rep
See the pentagram on the fitted?
Like Imhotep, surgical procedures permitted
On topics, making all the doctors get lipid
Yo we merciless
Preying on the weak and the timid
There's no escaping this life
Once your soul is committed
I'm having brutal thoughts of murder
When the sun come up
I'm having brutal thoughts of murder
When the sun go down