#dancingwithyourcorpsefreeverse #psychwardbic #vasilyzaitsev when i bumrush the crowds, body parts fly out of dust clouds. i don't waste flesh4 every dead emcee we have a cook out. we're soldiers vasily zaitsev sniping look outs. so we can take it to your hideout, you roaches run out. i got anxious heads waiting for me to, decapitate. but they will have to wait for my surpise in the butlers plate. it's worth the wait, like finding trapped girls in my garden maze. where none has escaped beyond the gate through the woods and the lakes. i walk real slow tapping the trees with my machete. im following your bloodtrail hope you havent died already. your heartbeats thumpin fast i can hear it you're close. your adrenaline is useless all escape route is closed. you think to yourself should i pussyfoot or just jet. asking why is my body over there without a head? you were unaware that i took a swipe at you neck? a head with out a body i think you got 5 seconds left. whats is war famine with pestilence and death combined? it's dancingwithyourcorpse bringing you the end of times. apocalyptic hip hop that's turned up a notch .she told me to kill em all so im not gonna stop.