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The devious tag-team is back with their latest installment "The Power of Hatred". Thirteen tracks of absolute terror, divided into five separate chapters, each with a unique theme. Guest featurings include horrorcore legends The Flatlinerz and Insane Poetry, scratches are done by DJ Grazzhoppa, Psix and DJ Fellbaum.


------------- CREDITS -------------
Lyrics by: Mr. Morbid, Gravedigger and Redrum
Produced and mixed by: Melph
Scratches by: DJ Fellbaum
Mastered by: Statinski Mastering
Artwork by: Psix


------------- LYRICS -------------

VERSE I [Grave Digger]
Flatline massive Grave Digger the solo assassin,
I got a black casket I bring the cash in.
And it's stashed away I'm waiting for the day,
when the computers crashing and leaving the people to
stray.
I got the AK so when the purging play,
I'm sending motherfuckers to the cemetery today.
First, I light the Kush, then take them to the edge
and give em a push, I'm leaving the rigor mortis in the bush.
And it's plenty more to do I'm horrible,
Grave Digger the horrorcore oracle that'll slaughter you.
See me in the street, you bird nigga I'll break your beak,
we never turn the other cheek that shit is weak.
If you see the physique in a silhouette in the dark,
the kid ain't playing tag when he's chasing you through the
park.
A Cane Corso that'll kill don't even bark,
we took a cash advance and now we ain't missing the mark.

CHORUS [Mr. Morbid]
From the morgue to the cemetery,
where the corpses are getting buried.
From pulse to flatline, embalmed in rigor mortis,
it's the Flatliner crew with Melph and Mr. Morbid.

VERSE II [Mr. Morbid]
It's the horrorcore carnivore, flesh eating, death breeding,
red streaming rivers of blood from all the heads bleeding.
I'm sicker than a sex scene with a dead fetus breastfeeding,
and has Ed Gein in the back screaming.
So welcome to the next season in the abyss,
where demons injure ya kids till they're bleeding into a pit.
My evil instrument is the voice I was given,
to destroy ya religion is the only choice I was given.
Now I'm hoisting ya children upon the cross,
then I torture and kill them, so beware what the sorcerers
wielding.
All my warriors will slaughter civilians,
burn em down to a crisp, torching any fortress you're
building.
I'm a mortician that's illing, the more victims I'm killing,
the more twisted I'm feeling, it's all viscera spilling,
the gut slasher. You're in a pool of your own fucking blood
splashing,
snuff actress till we cut cameras.

VERSE III [Redrum]
These Devils teach us killing but then lock us up for
murder,
Redrum, he says the most absurdist shit you’ve ever heard
of.
Furthermore, I roam these streets of hell as an observer,
reserve your purgatory invitation, end of story.
Just thinking how my lyrics rape this beat makes me horny.
When I die, pour out a little Hennessy to mourn me.
The nerve of this, grimace looking burger nigga Gordy,
how dare he claim king of Horrorcore, nigga corny.
Lordy Lordy, I’m the illest, call me rap Caligula.
Me and my brother Digga, a grave you know we digging ya.
Administers of pain, cursed by Christian ministers,
the sinister inquisitors, the cemetery visitors.
Strolling through the valley, there be snakes on the road.
Whether weak and the wicked, or the brave and the bold,
and the truth to be told, is the truth takes a toll.
In this rap industry, plenty souls to be sold.

CHORUS

VERSE IV [Mr. Morbid]
We corrupt bastards, raping sluts in a locked casket,
bloodbaths, because we just savage.
Rock masks and abduct mad chicks,
bring enough madness when we cut that bitch.
If it's not that sick, then I can't mess with it.
Why even make flicks if you can't stretch limits.
Get ya damn head split, like an Amtrak hit it,
Flatlinerz on a track, goddamn that's wicked.