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lirik lagu inspector morse – rhyme molesters

[verse 1 – a2z]

my mind is a ship and it’s on rough sea’s
and i’m afraid the voices in my head are staging a mutiny
see i wake up in the night shaking, covered in sweat
because i’m hearing voices in the dark whispering threats
they’re telling me that if i go back to sleep, they’re gonna kneel on my chest
and put their hands around my throat and slowly choke me to death
i’m what you might call, a troubled individual
i can’t define the line between reality and fictional
i find that i’m unstable and i’m highly unpredictable
they put me in this crazy house and labled me a criminal
that was a mistake, they didn’t know that i’d take my revenge on anybody with the wrath of an earthquake
the next day there was a tag on my cell mates feet
they took him out in a body bag, the parts i didn’t eat
i guess the guards didn’t hear the racket
or just didn’t think that i could k!ll a man, whilst wearing a straight jacket
i don’t see people, i see food
i’m like hannibal lector, only i don’t just eat the rude
if i could just inject a little, hot sauce, into you
i guarantee that you would be next on my menu
cause it pleases me to hear the screams of abductee’s when they see they’ll be served with cheesey beans
if it seems like there’s hope of escape, don’t hold your breath b-tch
pipe down, back in your cage
before i bring a lead pipe down, onto your face
it’s high time that you thought about accepting your fate, that
my stomachs gonna be your final resting place

[hook]

on the case like inspector morse, running blades across your face dissect your corpse
chin check ya wh0r-
who’s next? of course, inspector morse, inspector morse
rhyme molesters on the case like inspector morse, running blades across your face dissect your corpse
kick down your door, break necks and jaws
inspector morse, inspector morse

[verse 2 – king splinta]

i awaken, one way acid trips i’m taking
chilling in my lair with satan
the devil’s advocate, employer and salesman
who’s strangling himself whilst he’s m-st-rbating
i spread my plague like bubonic, i’m psychotic
step up to the plate and shatter the tectonic
the lyrical, physical, egotistical abusive
selling tenner bags of anthrax to school kids
i’ve got the mind sake, the insane appreciate
seeming all normal ’til it’s way far too late
pain gets me excited, the opposite of righteous
first degree murdering, blood colder than nitrous
i’m deadlier than silence, a sweet tooth for violence
my presence is evident from the long line of flee and spiders
a touch of midas, the reason for evil dreams
my demons are scared to sleep cause i creep, beneath the sheets yeah
the living nightmare, you wake up, i’m still here
look into my eyes and realise your true fears
i’m sorry dear you can’t compare my lack of care
laughing in your face as i throw you down sets of stairs
and taste your tears, yeah i’m human vermin
i made it to the grave and i’m still turning and spitting verses
a country curses are summoning thick fog
i’m picking up the scent and i strike like attack dogs
i’m poison like lead, my pupils are black and red
one oh four oxbridge, the house of the dead
yeah i’ve no remorse, possessed corpse, satanic forcer
inject my venom and let nature take its course
it’s simple and plain, i’m ten steps beyond insane
f-ck voldemort, i’m the one who must not be named
i crush your faith and bread hate, no gimmicks
it’s too late to save face when i spit sulphuric

[hook]

[verse 3 – don scragjon]

yo it’s the keswick strangler, the human wrangler
who won’t untangled ya whilst you be gagging for your last breath
i’m bringing a swift death, the human body part chef
leaving ya deaf, hammer ligaments to mangle ya
and when you feel these black gloves clutch, survival chances ain’t much when every neck is soft to the touch
ain’t no such, thing as leaving alive and breathing you strive
doubtless i drive, until you dive into the abyss
picture this, you’re on the floor screaming probably dreaming of the things that you’ll miss
it ain’t seeming like you’re getting out of this one chump
feeling your blood pump, another innocent body i gotta dump
as breath starts to cease, peace in my mind
i’m looking round on the ground, in case for evidence for police to find
your heart stops, i’m taking ya back
downing a can of bogaty smak cause i gotta be getting this mind on track
the murder game ain’t got the strangler shook
thinking about all these tech jackets that i musta took
i’m offing clowns around town for rab down’s
causing nuff pain for north face and montain
these hands flex around necks for gore-tex
you’re turning up dead, in anything with hydro-static head
enter my abode, i’m slicing bones with iron
got this disposable game sown and yo i ain’t even trying
around here, people can dissappear everyday
but for the victims that i slay it’s paramount that it stays this way
it ain’t complex maths, no need for charts or graphs
slicing up bodies and entering ’em into acid baths
body dissolved, pouring out the pink paste into a lake
leaving no trace of the human waste
so next time, you’re thinking of taking a nice stroll
you better be watching your back before you’re added to that death toll

- rhyme molesters

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