Lyrics: SWIFT TREWEEKE
Music: SWIFT TREWEEKE
Beat you to death
Snap your neck
Crack your chest
Lay you to rest if you're phoney
Passenger Of Shit, Evil Shit!!!
Iβm about to flip, I think I'm goin' psycho
Scraping the pupils of your eyes
Passenger Of Shit from the swamp with the leeches
Massacre ya bitches, smash ya cocks with my faeces
Bring this evil shit and the spirits it unleashes
Like a demonologist raising hell βtil it freezes
It's rocket science, popping the sockets off your iris
Shit that weighs more than a ton
Big daddy got my back along with Platinum
Eklypss got that 44 magnum
You know the outcome, you'll have to get slumped to the side