[Intro – low, dripping G-funk synth] Tizm on tha Track, motherfucker... ZERO in the cut, Seattle fog got blood in it... skkkkrrtttt [Verse 1] I crawl out the dumpster with a bone saw grin Brotha Lynch in my veins, cannibal skin West coast horrorcore, necro flow thick I carve the face off a rival and wear that shit Blood drip down the chrome, ’96 Cadillac lean Chewin’ on the cheek meat while the bass drum scream G-funk horror, fog so thick you can’t see the knife I gut a niga slow, feed the pieces to the night Seattle rain wash the evidence, WA on my chain I fuck the corpse in the alley then I snack on the brain skkkkrrtttt bop bop bop grrrrraaaaawww [Chorus] Cannibal gangsta, necro west side I eat what I kill, leave the body open wide Tizm on tha Track, ZERO gettin’ fed From the Sound to the grave, we rep the dead skkkkrrtttt bop bop bop grrrrraaaaawww [Verse 2] I keep a cooler full of fingers in the trunk of the ’Lac Dip ’em in ranch, crunch the bone, never look back Horrorcore king with a G-funk swing I string the intestines up like Christmas lights, let ’em swing Rip the tongue out, make him taste his own shit Then I stuff the mouth with his balls and lit the wick Seattle nights got that wet concrete stench I fuck the open wound till the blood turn trench WA on the block, fog so thick it choke I saw the head off slow, let the neck still smoke skkkkrrtttt [Chorus] Cannibal gangsta, necro west side I eat what I kill, leave the body open wide Tizm on tha Track, ZERO gettin’ fed From the Sound to the grave, we rep the dead skkkkrrtttt bop bop bop grrrrraaaaawww [Verse 3 – slower, nastier] I dig up the fresh ones when the rain hit hard Pry the ribs open, climb inside, make a house of the heart Lynch Hung style, I don’t rap, I feed I keep the liver warm and eat it while it bleed G-funk bass knock while I carve the face mask Wear that shit to the club, make the whole room gasp Seattle to the bone, WA till I die I fuck the dead, then I cook the dead, then I fry skkkkrrtttt bop bop bop grrrrraaaaawww [Outro] Tizm on tha Track... ZERO, this that wet Seattle necro shit... We don’t stop eatin’... skkkkrrtttt bop bop bop grrrrraaaaawww
