Fubar: I remain raw as it gets, you stay talking to feds I'll leave you missing a scalp with stains all in your bed walk up to the precipice you may fall to your death you're "head" of your class I'll take a chainsaw to your neck I'm the leader of a cult with a message stab you with a claymore even if it's dull on the edges your unmitigated gall is impressive stepping to a Predator who's wearing human skulls on his necklace it's yet another day in the life of a person who's insane in the mind, ready to take it in stride face me and die Public Enemy numero uno, Flava Flav in his prime we all die eventually, embrace your demise we have a date with death, doubt we'll make it alive why are you wasting your time trying to pray to the sky? just accept it, let it be and say your goodbye's Fubar (Chorus): bars I mention get stuck inside your mind feel the tension you can cut it with a knife brain's demented from the drugs that I have tried feel the tension you can cut it with a knife get your head split if money's on the line feel the tension you can cut it with a knife look for the exit if your running for your life feel the tension you can cut it with a knife Ben Dead: you don't want to gaze into the face of the abomination my soul is blacker than the feathers on a flock of ravens I am in the darkness waiting and you're not escaping from the power of my psychosis a force beyond containment bars will mutilate like razors to the face they will hit you causing wounds from which you never will recuperate temper explosive like a bomb inside your fuel tank you see the city in ruins then you know who to thank Ben Dead, my machete's my best friend obsessed with the sensation of it's edge against flesh especially when it's time to collect heads bet that in the end I'll be completely drenched in red who am I? I'm the one who's known to brutalize you should hide otherwise you'll definitely lose your life I no longer see the world through human eyes that's what happens when you happen to lose your mind Fubar (Chorus): bars I mention get stuck inside your mind feel the tension you can cut it with a knife brain's demented from the drugs that I have tried feel the tension you can cut it with a knife get your head split if money's on the line feel the tension you can cut it with a knife look for the exit if your running for your life feel the tension you can cut it with a knife

Fubar: laughing inside, passing my time digging a hole in the ground to put your casket inside the last of my kind, ego is Jurassic in size I only wrote this line because it happened to rhyme? born a soldier, spit until the war is over scorch whatever's left, you can smell the corpse's odor more than colder, carried weight that tore my shoulders speech addict who wreaks havoc like a swarm of locusts everything I spit is flames, take a sword to your bitch's face cut a little more then I lick the blade this is Frank, give him space, he is sick as plagues written in the Bible, just turn to the hidden page one swing of my battle ax can split a frame throwing bodies in a pit of snakes in a fit of rage wicked brain, sanity is here then it slips away Doctor Frankenstein, I modify specific traits Ben Dead (Chorus): the bad guy born under a bad sign I can't deny the fact that I am anti-mankind underneath the black sky where bats fly nocturnal beasts stalk the streets at night the bad guy born under a bad sign I can't deny the fact that I am anti-mankind underneath the black sky where bats fly nocturnal beasts stalk the streets at night Ben Dead: I'll cut you open 'til blood is flowing and soaking my fucking clothing and then it's all over it only takes a moment but while it happens I'm emotionally frozen some component in my brain has been broken leading to my psychosis the voices in my head have spoken telling me I must exterminate another human being like a rodent I am more than a formidable opponent got a Hannibal Lecter level intelligence quotient I hate humanity emphatically I rather be inhabiting a different planet in another galaxy but I'm trapped it's like I have to be here so as long as I am I'll be a master of fear I'm a disaster waiting to happen like dating a girl who's favorite movie is Fatal Attraction I'm amazing when my blades are in action and just remember I've been trained in the ways of an assassin Ben Dead (Chorus): the bad guy born under a bad sign I can't deny the fact that I am anti-mankind underneath the black sky where bats fly nocturnal beasts stalk the streets at night the bad guy born under a bad sign I can't deny the fact that I am anti-mankind underneath the black sky where bats fly nocturnal beasts stalk the streets at night

Ben Dead: my methods of execution are excessively gruesome I'm talking fed to the wood chipper and cattle prod electrocution I've got the perfect tool for every solution whether it's murder for amusement or extremely bloody retribution Fubar: it's time for an execution, go and prepare the intensive unit I'm about to snap and behead a human I am the sickest now I get to prove it you'll be left in ruins the less people on Earth the less pollution Ben Dead: this is the devil's music straight from the pit I'm baking you to a crisp with the flames that I spit after I take your life I'll fade in the mist you could try to track me down but no trail exists Fubar: you're so frail and shit, ego is delicate I'm back with a bat to smash your teeth into sediment I'm evil and devilish, you're light like a leaf or a feather is I crack concrete when I step on it Ben Dead: you'll never comprehend the depth of my intelligence a murder specialist regardless of what the weapon is whether a hammer, hatchet or rusty dagger it really doesn't matter 'cause your blood is gonna splatter Fubar: all over the walls, puddles on the floor people slip and fall the moment that they run in through the door I'll cut you with a sword, thrust it with a force something of a sport, since I don't believe in justice anymore Ben Dead: but I do believe in vengeance and leaving a bloody corpse consider this a warning that you really don't want to ignore so many avenues of pain to explore so many shallow graves I don't even keep track anymore Fubar: fuck keeping count, what the fuck do I look like? I'll grab a knife put it in your gut then it's goodnight hazardous stuff, stabbing you fucks gallons of blood, laughing it up, tragedy's fun

Ben Dead: the embodiment of demonic occupant of the abyss I'm dropping this for the sick like audiences at a zombie flick I personify un-godliness the ominous beast spitting venom in a toxic stream of consciousness my origin is not the ordinary norm I was born in a storm on a disgusting mortuary floor could have ended up as just another corpse but forces from below sent me on my course Fubar: I'm a legend with a sword, one of the multitude of weapons I adore that will sever during war beheading you for sport, cut open your body with the intention to explore intestines on the floor I will never be ignored, I'm ready for whatever is in store I'll be rapping 'til I'm seventy or more it's my destiny, fuck whatever destiny is yours enjoy your eternity in heaven with the Lord ILLtemper (Chorus): enjoy your death you only get one no more breath you ought to sit son except your fate time close your eyes your clock ran out you have no more time enjoy your death you only get one no more breath you ought to sit son except your fate time close your eyes your clock ran out you have no more time Ben Dead: educated in the art of ancient mysticism scriptures written in the blood of sacrificial victims beyond the limits of the laws of physics apacolyptic lyricism is a part of my artistic vision I'll make the universe afraid, the truth I'm trying to convey is not even a crucifix will keep you safe I'm not the one you want to provoke staring closely at your throat like Lugosi in a cloak Fubar: homie you're a joke, lowest of the low either show me you are dope or I'll open up your throat I'm Jason with a flow up in his dome you're liable to call the police yelling a goalie's in your home people know me as the goat, lonely is the throne you'll die slow from just a tiny dose of what I wrote just stay the hell away from me I chose to be alone ticking time bomb ready for the moment I explode ILLtemper (Chorus): enjoy your death you only get one no more breath you ought to sit son except your fate time close your eyes your clock ran out you have no more time enjoy your death you only get one no more breath you ought to sit son except your fate time close your eyes your clock ran out you have no more time

Fubar: my animosity is deep as an abyss smash all of your teeth in with a brick turn a human to a feast up in this bitch the evilest of pricks you hear people dying in the background? fuck it I'ma keep it in the mix I seem like I exist but I'm hypothetical five dimensional, patterns and rhymes are quite impeccable I'm incredible, listen to the discography eventually find certain lines that fit prophesy fuck it I give up trying to live honestly I'm going insane with this faucet that drips constantly something I realized, ever since bothered me was put in this reality when I did not agree now I'm the embodiment of death detectives useless 'cause there isn't any body to detect grab an anvil, lift it up and drop it on your head total dominance the opposite of God is in the flesh Fubar (Chorus): villainous musicians to the core, welcome to our symphony of gore killing shit of course fundamental mission is a war, brains full of infinite retorts fuck ever exhibiting remorse we are villains to the core, welcome to our symphony of gore killing shit of course fundamental mission is a war, brains full of infinite retorts fuck ever exhibiting remorse Ben Dead: overloaded with rage that I got flowing through my veins like a smoldering flame, yet another reason to grow afraid I'm overtaken and I'm dealing out the potent pain roast you to ashes then throw the ashes in an open grave no one's safe from the vengeance of the demented I'm sentencing you to death and there's nothing you can do to prevent it I've got the necessary weapons to ensure the success of any objective on my sinister agenda I am evil floating out of your speakers a cold and unholy creature always clad in my cloak of the Reaper I'm no believer in turning the other cheek you burn me you're getting murdered and you're certain to bleed I got demons in my cerebral, I'm so evil I'll impale you on the steeple of a gothic cathedral ceasing life with every breath in my lungs the end has now begun thanks to the work of The Desolate One Fubar (Chorus): villainous musicians to the core, welcome to our symphony of gore killing shit of course fundamental mission is a war, brains full of infinite retorts fuck ever exhibiting remorse we are villains to the core, welcome to our symphony of gore killing shit of course fundamental mission is a war, brains full of infinite retorts fuck ever exhibiting remorse

Fubar: I can see the future, you and your weak producers will "eat your words" if you "talk shit" you're gonna "eat manure" it's Sharp Tongue plus the Evil Doers cannibal types, ready to cut you and cook the meat on skewers handling business whether small or a big issue I'll sit with you and cut into your skin tissue you showed your face knowing I'm the guy that'll cut your head off grab it and throw it to the side I've been a little off from the moment I arrived you were living your life and now you're hoping to survive it's true I get emotional at times I'm John Wayne Gacy and Ted Bundy the both of them combined I'm as morbid as they say, war is in my brain torture is the game, put a sword into your frame it gets worse the more that I engage see me in Hell laughing maniacally while scorching in the flames Ben Dead: the lunatic is on the loose again he's under the influence of the moon and he's wearing a mask of human skin dictionary definition of what brutal is elusive to the boys in blue, always a fugitive time to let the executions begin I'll introduce you to the instruments I'll use to do you in such an amazing collection of bladed weapons with serrated edges capable of taking off your face in seconds intellect is my greatest weapon allowing me to stay ahead of anyone who threatens me with apprehension but I remain completely undetected even homicide detectives consider me an unanswered question turn you into a ghost and a cadaver and I do it with no known motive or noticeable pattern like a phantom I'm impossible to capture not a shred of evidence only shadows and echoes of my laughter ILLtemper: espresso shot for the mental block now it's venom time juicing brains like clementines pop like lemon lime my pillow talks fire my bedding's fried stirring up scenarios wired while testing knives befriending guys with devil horns on ILLtemper's side Ronnie praise their company getting mushy as Shepard's pie brung up in hell they under a spell check their eyes they kill and hide body parts in the.. ah never mind I can tell when I feel feverish start to revolutionize kill the beast end up in hospital bed euthanized soon to die prepare your best suit and tie love to hear y'all at my eulogy from the friends who arrived scientist will study crazy cranium heads utilized just to find I was just a dickhead then left scrutinized need illegal lethal injection if you want me fed to demise survive suicide takes potency to bring death to this guy HiddenRoad: HiddenRoad, Hip-Hop Dark Lord enter villain mode, lift your head off with a sharp sword shadow figure, shapeshift for the battle to shark form savage rigor, slay swift from the saddle, stay hardcore heavy like bar chords, ready to start wars premeditated, day before, hit the block and mark doors in 24 hours bring the devil to your bedroom Bryan Kohberger, on the level you'll be dead soon cold murder, burn this bitch down when the tracks over hold burners in both hands, going out like a mad soldier bag holder, you a bitch, holding nose from the bad odor sad poser, get the fuck out or bones get cracked - ogre wicked wizard, sicken sicker, masterful with the scissors these bastards will get the business, attacking with something vicious disaster, doom, diminish, move dastardly to the finish throats opened, blood soaked sofas, it's lavish living

Fubar: "I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain" check the "Method" I use is far more than insane dark lord with a blade who is prepared to cut people who try and exploit the artform for a gain Tony Stark with the bars, the Mark IV will engage quickly riddle with bullets your car door then escape you can sell me your soul, there's dark forces at play try and relax while I carve this barcode on your face start wars in my name until the planet is desolate I'll show you what a lasting impression is run while I'm grabbing a weapon perfect for hacking appendages you'll "bear" resemblance to Hugh Glass in the Revenant my formative years were problematic and treacherous now I'm Hannibal riding on the back of an elephant I'm laughing hysterically while I stand on the precipice possessed by the devil I just happened to let him in Ben Dead (Chorus): this is pain like a biblical plague and now you face a pair of demons from the digital age you can pray, try to wish it away it doesn't matter we'll erase you from the physical plane this is pain like a biblical plague and now you face a pair of demons from the digital age you can pray, try to wish it away it doesn't matter we'll erase you from the physical plane Ben Dead: a monumental threat to the planet and it's inhabitants I manufacture raggedy ready to get combative in my saliva is a hazardous contaminant the passages I spit will leave you lying like a mannequin all lifeless and inanimate and not even the work of Dr. Herbert West can bring you back again who could have possibly imagined it? such a cataclysmic set of circumstances actually happening the Cenobite, my fingers are like a set of knives when I'm done you'll be impossible to identify weapon is weaponized so you better hide if you step in our direction then you know you're destined for demise a plague of pain like it's raining razor blades and grenades, cities wiped away in tidal waves of flames the Dark One partners up with the Sharp Tongue looking for some acts of destruction to be a part of Ben Dead (Chorus): this is pain like a biblical plague and now you face a pair of demons from the digital age you can pray, try to wish it away it doesn't matter we'll erase you from the physical plane this is pain like a biblical plague and now you face a pair of demons from the digital age you can pray, try to wish it away it doesn't matter we'll erase you from the physical plane