Killah Priest - Color Of Murder (Old Castle Hop) lyrics

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Elizabeth didn't confine her particular brand of domestic discipline to Hungary.

On several occasions during her life,

She was in Vienna to visit the court of the Austrian king Matthias.

Despite protests, she tortured servant girls here at her house in Augustiner Strasse.

The color of murder part 2

Put ya heart in a cube

Than rip it into two

Pour maltose silver in ya eyes

I'm a poet and an executioner

What color do you see when you die?

This one's called the Judas cradle

Operating table, chop the navel

It's very painful

First take off his white angel

The complaining wolves are very hungry

Never close the wound in his tummy

Curses open up the tomb of the mummy

Color of murder, lyrics are like burners

Talk to the bad spirits, open up the furnace

Get me the Virgin

Next is called the coffin torture

Hang 'em up side down, overweight

Sharp blades loose braces to support ya

Sometimes death occurs when idiots splurge out words

To the Mantinea, millennium emerge

Such pity, I get busy, stomp teeth on curbs

Go head whisper prayers, unprepared beware

And may you fall on death airs

Next is called the Brazen bull

Quiet, we in the woods with gazing wolves

I show up in the hood

Disturb ya, with the color of murder

The Virgin worker, tear drop, they kneel, stop

Watch his heels lock, from hip-hops to old castle hop

This ancient battle, bones break over rocks

Next is called the rat torture

Very painful, send prayers to every angel

Than ask me what those heavy chains do

It's real, I kill so graceful

From the mount Grayskull

Pow, now you taste blood

Water torture; turn my back, here comes Walter

Blood slaughter, drip, drip, drip

Till it's like a boulder falling on ya head

Ya friends, ya bird, ya dog, all are dead

Depending on ya crime, sentences is the rhyme

How about tearing off ya clothes

Burying you into the snow, up to ya nose

Let any animal or insect eat at you slow

Chewing thru ya bones

Scream as loud as you want, we're all alone

I will let you call ya moms but bars on my phone

Next the chair of torture

In the air prepare for my daughters

Beware when they cross ya, head's in the courtyard

Tryna escape, eh-eh-eh

I have tortures exclusive for witches and liars

Blasphemous, homosexuals, I pull out the pliers

I heat 'em up in the fire

But now it's your turn since you claim you a writer

I perform rap torture, breast ripper

Look what my raps offer, who's ya best spitter?

Saw torture, it's war, make 'em nauseous

Slaying my iron maiden, I design for plague men

You praying, I ain't playing, the Virgin

I'm numbered, spikes on every wall

Hear their screams up the halls

Or when I'm sliding bodies in the morgue

Next, the Spanish-ticular

The style is vicious cause, or anything in particular

Oh, the flagellation whisperer

Real torture, baby this

Young that, little this, I'll bought ya

Execution in my tech's of music for ya

Look at me, look at Lucifer

I'm in foot roasting, for niggas boasting

Steak burning, take turns turning

Me and Walter in the thumbscrew torture

Crucifix crosser, crocodile school

Who wanna battle? I'm the New Yorker, a wild dude

Medieval raps nigga, that's right

It's not hip-hop, it's castle hop