Protest & Sever To The Grave (Ft. Samuel Crocker)

Bring me their heads now
Bring me their scalps

I brought war to their doorstep
Let red dots paint their foreheads
Prep the forceps
Hold tight while I carve a price into your flesh
Armed to our sharpened teeth
Always a weapon in reach
The sickest scenes you've ever seen

Today we turn the tables
Bring me rapist scalps
Lost count of the bodies, bodies, bodies
Left rotting, rotting, rotting
Dogs put down
Stabbed in the streets
Get attacked in traffic in the passenger seat
Just say you’re sorry, sorry, sorry
It's funny, funny, funny you're fucked now

Can you smell the bacon burning?

I’ll be back with a vengeance
Drop the guillotine, death sentence
Bodies as fuel for the engines
Those we trust to protect us have turned against us
I've got a bone to pick
Approach at your own risk
Avoid direct eye contact, pig