Now can you track this track list / the fact is that we’re building a beast so we’s the beast masters / freaking this heat in linguistic street accents / with asterisks on Optimist beats cuz he’s massive / with these classics / bringing the guillotine scene till these bastards lay in green pastures / watch ‘em fall like the nephilim wiling, the rest of them dying to sleep in deep caskets / and it’s madness / split the vertebra / murderous style / direct the next merciless profile / ravenous cabin fever cabaret / cleansing all the mad inhabitants up out my rabid brain / taste the acid rain / watch the ambulance lights flash after I strike like the wrath of Cain / Overlook Hotel masquerade / and quarantine the caretaker with the axe that decapitates /

C: And that’s when we go off with their heads / just cuz we know, there’s art to their death / hearts dismembered and scars on your flesh / thoughts that haunt ya and that’s how you’re left /

Yeah I’m like that knife that I plant right in your back / spinal collapse times the flat lines I connect / mind absent navigated telepathic attacks / of a mad Frankenstein who’s time has elapsed / yeah / now children, rest and come hither / your creepy Uncle VITAL wants to teach you omnipo- / -tence, innocence corrupted father figure / the killer in the house calling up the babysitter / and the chase is better than the catch up / better than the face of the devil in your basement to catch ya / get ya, cut your soul apart, and then possess the / exorcist text messaging the next dimension / testing, sending out a morse code / even more so when he sees me pull apart a martyr’s torso / (whoa) / I’m in war mode / and these bloody corpse clothes add a hint of color to my wardrobe /

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B: And I don’t think you’re ready for the take back / needle in a haystack rap / that I make to replace that / outta whack stay strapped rhyme looping 8 track / formulaic fake that I’m shaking up ASAP / cuz VITAL Em is hard core / rough, rugged, and raw / running down the underground to the top floor / chopping bodies underneath my shoddy lawnmower / on tour to bring to you the art of war’s encore /

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And this friction written for splitting atoms / finds me doing fifty convicted of twenty stabbings / twenty dead cadavers all disposed in mystic patterns / in a big sadistic fashion in a midst of instant passion / like Ted Bundy’s on the microphone / Manson on the ones and twos / and Jeff Dahm eating up you sucker crews / watch the news, just this evening there’s another two / emcees disappeared like I ain’t had enough to lose / see I’ve already lost it / call up the coroner to come and autopse the whole mosh pit / half the bodies burned, the other half frostbit / as the Grim Reaper takes the lives I’ve exhausted / I stomp right down to the Hospital’s offices / planning malpractices acting as Doctors / lining cowards up like the showers at Auschwitz / calling the cops cuz I chopped up the hostages /

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