Back to the Guillotine

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Back to the guillotine
that's how you gonna rap
and that's that.....
Back to the guillotine
that's how I am going to rap
and that's that......

Speak off the wrist, watch how this gets flipped inside cha liver
And watch the execution of all types of bacteria inside cha eyelids/
Quiver liver giver gave her the ides of October cold shoulder
folder beholder day of the dead, dawn of the red made beds/
Sleds roman probate quotes obliques in blown beats produced by those who cannot see
View me in auto correction check the detection by devastatingly your connection/
Got that flow fluctuating like MK Ultra check your preferential
My internal scanners got cha trekked on stars that didn't map correctly/
Trip the skips on ya CD player sway arms check barbs
What cha can't play disc off the UMD disconnect preamble to anything able/
Switch sockets watch how electrify the ripper split cha wig
Down slivers of silver watch them penetrate everything you ate/
You ain't rhyming too tight even if I got into Sheep Lord mode
I can unload and leave gold-digger dug out they own holes before they fold/
chopping heads off at the beaker squeaker leaker fecal matter chatter fat appititude
get cha school like cork screw off the top rope breaking all

Back to the guillotine
that's how you gonna rap
and that's that.....
Back to the guillotine
that's how I am going to rap
and that's that......

Grade cha post, toast to the floats in the words you oak and I park
Shade cha shark know my hearts are strong enough to take the bombs to the bey/
know my rays be Tampa bay slain in games
know ya braves ATL by the way of Q-U double so the Metropolitans are trouble/
Knickerbocker rip it hotter than a third degree
burn, get cha goal on, I get my lord on/
forge a flame Prometheus now you needing us
I got flames hot enough to burn a sheep skin/
spit a win what cha charlie sheen posing as hulk hogan,
now we blowing up tossing your nation across the wasteland/
face to face, case by bar basis never faded shaded by the cadence
aim to slow up your patience now we're just acquaintances
speakers of hazard, face phaser fire now your stun with no where to retire/
got cha batlith my axis points to ravenous effects checked like hockey sticks
split cha wig like bay of the pigs, your just a glib glutton with more guts than a turkey vs a chicken/