Testi:
Fedora

[Verse 1:] Hello! This is my tattered fedora flow What's the matter? You mad at your horoscope? Nigga switch your sound and quit your whining Matter

Here on this land Storm clouds are thrown Crushed against the earth Blanketing all around Black abyss Bodies wrenched from beneath the ground

The pungent aroma of hot, bubbling, molten gristle Blends with the stench of hot, singeing flesh soldered to liquid muscle. As the cornea is pierced

Bodies dismembered, corpses desecrated Carcasses liquidized and minced with hatred Brains are splattered, strewn limbs and heads Blood has been spurted

Limb from limb... Curled glands... Hacked giblets... Stumps for hands... Limb from bloody limb Ruptured spleen... Rancid loin... Shattered ribs...

Your pulverized torso languishes in its pool of pus Minced, cancerous viscera - gore seeps from the guts My fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding

Oozing chyme reeks as your duodenum is hacked Secreting gastric juices, enzymes melt your faecal tract Torn major arteries, your corpse with blood is

Pyosis mucolysifies malignant mucocoeles Pustules endocrinating disseminated mortified cells Flesh punctuated by cancerous pustules Burning your face

Chomping and splicing, your gums sliced to shreds Tattered bloody ribbons, incisored skin is shred Scraping on sore teeth, cracking and chipping Shredding