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lirik lagu the society of the invisibles - hack pack

[intro – veteran virus]
ladies and gentlemen…
welcome to the geist cabana
i’m your host tonight, veteran virus
hey- hey, don’t you owe me some money?
alright man, forget about, just buy me a drink later, haha
we’ve got a special surprise for you folks
the society of the invisibles!
that’s right, and their backup band, the deadbeats!
so get ready to enjoy yourselves tonight, we’ve got a wonderful drink special
2 for 1 martinis, you’re going to have a wonderful time
oh! looks like they’re ready to come on stage. give it up, for the invisibles!

[verse 1 – gutta]
off with his eyelids!
sss: chutes under your fingernails
two face, heads or tail
sss: invisible sleeper cell
watching angels fall, catch as many as possible, halos don’t fit over my h-rns on the trip to the hospital
go to the mattresses, raps luca brasi
sittin on your family’s front porch, watch with salmon packages
no use on -n-lyzing my head, a new can of worms to open
too late, the infection has spread
just sunn sunn szizzorhands and a prom and econolite van
return to the ground sea make sure the victims are dead
kidnap the reporter, k!ll the cameraman, take the camcorder
send the ransom tape once across to the national borders
it’s dope, sitting on hamburger hill with a tripod scope
laying showtunes on your throat, barbarian chisel the stone
you might encounter me in dark alleys l!cking my swingblade
scientists running tests on my blood, puzzled by my gene traits

[bridge – all]

indrid cold: wait a moment gutta, yo, uh uh, go back, i stuck a dying fetus on my toothpick and put it in my martini

veteran virus: what are you talking about?

all: (indecipherable)

veteran virus: ladies and gentlemen, this motherf-cker just lost his mind

indrid cold: yesterday, i heard that the antichrist died in the vital plane crash and the…

veteran virus: ladies and gentlemen, please don’t forget to uh, tip your waitresses. i need a cigarette. uh, someone get me another martini please

[verse 2 – indrid cold]
collide like particles accelerator placement
shapeshift, move at the speed of a sp-ceship
back to the basics, carve the star of david on the faceless
trading places, been on hiatus, god of salvation
i throw your body out a window calculate descent
one yard of dragging skull, falling body twenty percent
the sword has twisted planet orbit, a flaming horseman
a rain of souls as demons pray for what i made is horrid
s’how it’s supposed to be, either way you notice me
till the road chokes from me, skull holding rosaries
practice that sorcery the dark angel pocking glock
stringing your thoughts have you mangled and shot
spread that toxin, the brain softens. neutrotransmitter strain
the message delayed, rip his arms off him
spit a bar, singing songs of solomon
saw how much rap contains the energy of a nuclear bomb

[bridge – sunn sunn szizzorhandz & vv]
sss: uhh.. h-hold on, hold on… light my cigarette for me please!
thank you! uh, ladies and gentlemen, you’ve been great tonight
vv: yeah yeah yeah, give yourselves a round of applause. don’t be shy with that vodka and martinis, alright?
sss: but it’s time for y’all to die
i’ll cut you up i’ll cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut…

[verse 3 – sunn sunn szizzorhandz]
cuts and bruises
sucking juices
out of necks
blood oozes!
like radioactive slime
i came out the cage to let my szizzorhandz shine
when the bling-bling of my blades gleam you go blind
here-a-cl!ck, there-a-cl!ck, let’s drink to suicide
it’s do or die, so you don’t do sh-t
when i cut out your eyes and wear it on my wrist
another iris tooken by the irish
now you know what the invisible’s sign is!
dark water pirates, blood bath for the violent
joey baggs gotta hold me back when i spit
cause the innocent bystanders
might be standing by their heads on the floor
where’s my manners?
i musta left them back at the dinner table
strangle you with a napkin
stick a fork in your ankle
then thank god for the food, after i’ve f-cking ate you
cannibals can’t be held ‘countable for what they do
the hack-em-up pack is back in this mug fatal
and my what-would-jesus-do chain is about to hang you

[outro – spectator]
comedic old black spectator: god d-mn, them boys good! they good! did you hear that sh-t? them boy- what the h-ll they name, the society of the invisibles? them boys good! that’s some good sh-t, them boys good, they going… they going blow up, that’s hollywood. god d-mn those boys are good. did you hear that sh-t?
god d-mn that good. n-gga oh sh-t n-gga, that’s the ashtray, that ain’t the godd-mn trash can, get that chicken bone outta there! waitress, can i get another drink? god d-mn, they boys- them n-ggas ruled my 9! that’s some good sh-t! woooh! that remind me of.. uh.. uh… who was it we seen in concert in ’76. god d-mn them boys good, that’s good sh-t! he can sing! they can rap! they can rap! god d-mn them boys can rap! i ain’t never seen nothing such good since hammer! woooh, god d-mn, them n-ggas, oh them boys made me sweat, i got jerry curl juice all in my eye, ugh…

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