Welcome To The Underground

Welcome to the underground    
You’re about to be a victim    
As me and my killers take your    
windpipes and constrict them    
The worlds getting worse day by day you    
ought to see the underground where killers play    
You got caskets, maggots, bodies hanging    
from the ceilings    
Homicidal crimes are what    
We be about,    
Killers don’t die    
And you know you ain’t hurtin    
Unless I’m packin a 44 just like    
Dave Burton    
Red beam on your head and know that it’s raw    
I’m scoping you out like Lee Harvey Oswald.  
Just like Michael Myers heads    
Roll like goodyear tires  
I'm pouring gasoline bout to start this fire  
I’ll cut you up with razor blades exposing    
your sternum
I'll murder your sister, your dad and your momma to
cut em up and eat em like Jeffrey Dahmer do
I got a knife in my pocket and a gun in my hand
It's just another replay of the summer of sam      
Welcome to the underground    
If you survive, filled with caskets and    
maggots and people that died, a place where the    
killers and demons can roam;    
Welcome to the underground a place I call home    
Truth is I’ll never be on MTV cribs cause    
my house is a mausoleum full of dead little kids    
The reason I write these fucked up rhymes is    
because of this fucked up world and my fucked up mind
Got your heart hangin from my rear view mirror
Wearing your guts around my neck like some
Mardi Gras beads    
Welcome to the underground you're about to be a victim;

This is a colab
Killer Pawn, Sinister, Hellion, & Krypt