Metalstorm - Cut Chemist, Edan, Mr.Lif

In the land of the lost, we lay down law

Chopping off your head to take your face on tour

Lacerate your lips, then we shave off more

Electrocute your body through the encore

When the cops come and try to raid the jams

I change my physical form to that of a ram

Alakazam, I’m half of a man

The other part of me operates robotically

Psychology is the dominant factor

Believe in the holograms and step in the backdoor

Out for A.M., more mayhem

Five fatal steps to death unless we trace them

Five: hesitate to get live

Your career’s postmortem, now you can’t survive

Four: perpetuate the folklore

Live a lie, can’t identify yourself no more

Three: call yourself an MC

Practice minimally and start fucking with me

Or the E, sorcery to the ultimate degree

C-W-O fall in love with the dough

'Til your spiritual essence is something you don’t know about

Bag 'em up, throw 'em out via the frontdoor

(Six million ways to die) There’s one more

Live healthily thinking you could extend that

As long as you remember that life is a deathtrap

Oops, didn’t mean to spill the beans

And kill your dreams, push you through the guillotine

We kill your time, show me official design

Sit in a shrine, float in a robe with sunshine

Adorn by the dorn we reflect what’s going on

We store water images and mirrors in our palms

Half the time they don’t rhyme, half the time they all lying

Half the time they all mine, half the time they all yours

Half the time we on tour

Half the time they don’t rhyme, half the time they all lying

Half the time they all mine, half the time they all yours

Half the time we on tour