( Deep Ascension )
(Verse 1)
i'll be the super imperial syllable serial killa/
materialistic bitches get smacked in the fuckin mouth/
spark the dutch and hand your blunts over to me/
(TuRmoiL) steadily reppin the state of JERSEY/
Fuck it, this rough neck flips different types of subjects/
so lets respect my birth deffects that reflects/
who's the next to expect i get vexxed it infects/
and selects to neglect all you fucking rejects/
soooooo what were you expectin?/
i'm the type to pick up some dog shit and be like, look what i almost stepped in/
i dont reject it im stupid and accept it/
like all the fuckin dumb blonde bitches that i slept wit/
intercepted government radio waves/
transmitted through my head and made me behave this way/
all stupid and deranged and i knew it wouldn't change/
since my date of birth my brain has been trying to rearange/
(Chorus)
it's T-U-R-M /
somebody might get shot light the spot tight or not/
break out the brass knuckles if i got writers block/
and head over to the police station to fight a cop/
it's swift ikarus the murderous productionist/
meltin waxe's the fact is you whack kids need practice/
you lack this the tacktiks to match this in matches/
the fastest i'll latch right onto your eye lashes/
(Verse 2)
Attack with a ballistic linguistic my simplistic characertistics/
are described as beeing sadistic and mystic you missed it/
my futuristic toungue wrecked your entire set/
you tried to step but died a death from my deadly dialect/
i'm to mean/
i used a nude teen gave the bitch bruised dreams and showed it on the blue screen/
so who saw it? i'll hit myself in the jaw wit/
a louiville slugger if i dont spit that raw shit/
who this? we can do this i'm ruthless/
i'll beat you down with two fists untill your mouth is toothless/
i kidnapped your girl and let my squad smash her/
we fucked her in the ass and dumped her in a trash compactor/
you've been warned/
so fuck a writen cuz i'll come off the top like a tupea in a wind storm/
once i, transform you gay bitches may scream/
cuz i'll punch you in the face and give you nightmares in your day dreams/
(Chorus)
it's T-U-R-M /
somebody might get shot light the spot tight or not/
break out the brass knuckles if i got writers block/
and head over to the police station to fight a cop/
it's swift ikarus the murderous productionist/
meltin waxe's the fact is you whack kids need practice/
you lack this the tacktiks to match this in matches/
the fastest i'll latch right onto your eye lashes/
