Artist: The Godfathers (Kool G Rap & Necro) Album: Once Upon a Crime Song: High Tension Typed by: Matt Jost (w/ help from liner notes) [ VERSE 1: Necro ] My ratchet exhales lead, cleaving My hatchet's leaving a trail of red Catchin cerebrum from a detached female head Apache walkin through the cornfield, I was born real Wieldin a morning star, you're left torn and peeled on the floor, kneeled Cold aggressor, buck the .35 off at you like Roth in Little Odessa Guillotine your crown off with a clothes dresser The Hades gatekeeper, hatebreeder, breakin your face I'm blatantly crazier, straight razor your trachea Pulp plops on your shirt, bloody red polka dots The unfed vulture plots murder, dead your folks while you watch Assassinated with acid, fascinated with drilling Lacerated you bastard, masturbated to killing Your fucking life x'd out, flex an axe like Dexter Slash you with plexiglas, Blackberry you like a texter Fuck what you're sellin, you'll get bucked in your melon Metal pellets stuck in your cerebellum Once you're abducted like Helen [ CHORUS ] Cut your head off (bust the lead off) Now get off, the dick, money yo don't know me (keep it movin, homie) The Godfathers henchmen Wre drenched in your blood (Did I mention?) When G and Nec in the room it's high tension [ VERSE 2: Kool G Rap ] The killer team, guillotines and gallows 40 caliber loaded with Calicos On barrel and mallet mode Calluses of malice grow Molotov-bottle your ballad flow Death on a pale horse, the gallop slow Blade of my Excalibur glow like William Wallace Send your body off to med school for brilliant scholars We 'bout to stab 'em with seven daggers like Damien Triple sixes with three biscuits, empty out in your cranium Dark clouds and rainy wind We aimin these 10's on dames and they men Leave 'em with flaming skin on they dainty limbs Frontline gunners, we dump 9's in the fronters Son of Sam handguns, the grunt mind of a hunter Son, we Leatherface, butchers in bloody aprons Blood he cravin, muddy beige Timbs Put a rusty blade in that slut he chasin Toolshed tools embedded inside her dude's head No Vital Signs - this be the title up in the news spread [ CHORUS ]