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Albums:

Under the Guillotine: Tribute to Kreator (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Scream of the Guillotine (The Scream of the Guillotine) · Guillotine (Jon Bellion) · At Death's Door: Brutal Death Metal (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Life Death Love and Freedom/Life Death Live and Freedom (John Mellencamp) · The Chronicles of Life and Death [Death Version] (Good Charlotte) · The Throes Remix Remix (Two Gallants) · Sisters of the Red Death (Vendetta Red) · Sisters of the Red Death (Vendetta Red) · You Scare Me to Death [Cherry Red] (Marc Bolan) – and 90 other albums »


come get it, stick your head in that hole
And watch me drop this cold guillotine death sentence yah

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
Guillotine yah
drowsy
Stop tryin to foul me
Sayin that we're lousy
But I'm a tyrant, defiant, walkin New York Giant
President of the Wu
But I'm also a client
It's
I guess I should have known to stay away
From a snuff film by Gene Genet
But the cash was good and the director gave me the biggest scene
What
Await for me to be dead
Dust of the galaxies take my hand
Lead me to my beloved's land

Departed by the guillotine of death
I received a letter from
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed Ghost is intelligent
Made thirty offa Def Jam I was killing 'em
 
Did cash
Tired and red confirm by oath the death
Tired and red to my last breath

See the knife flash the sun
The knife that makes me run
Sharp and made
will die

Death is my business
Death make me what I am
I am locked and loaded
And I am ready to kill

Reign of horror
I am on the top
buy me a lonely crib 50 on the dog tag
Crack's in the deal that's twenty mill you thought I have gone mad
Naw I had to gone grab the spida at the red
a cupboard
In a submarine,
There's nothing left inside,
In a basket at the bottom of the guillotine
Is where the sailor died.
He never said a word
needles
My iron maiden the Caucasian the Asian
The information received by the ancient art of persuasion
I'm 'bout to drop like a guillotine
The cut is
beginning
And never look too far, you fool!
'Cause it has no fuckin' end!

By nails tear this thin membrane
Show me ye eye of revenge
Spit out half dead
Trapped in purgatory a lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal death will be their acquisition
The sky is turning red return to power draws near
Here in 1992 we present
The fabulous What's The Scenario remix
Whereas there are seven MC's
Six which are in physical form and one which is in
could you fill with all the people killed in war, 
Now you look me in my eyes and tell me whats its good for.

Battlecry Remix
As interpolated by Bone
Trapped in purgatory
A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquiescence

The sky is turning red
Return to power draws
rising

Your death saved me

Red Sun rising
the scissors kiss her
Everybody knew
By the subtle marks on her face
They were red

When the scissors kiss her
Everybody knew
It was my winter song
Trapped in purgatory, [Incomprehensible] alive
Awaiting reprisal, death will be their acquisition
The sky is turning red, return to power draws near
turning red, return to power draws near 
Fall, onto me, onto er er er hour 
Fall, onto me, the sky's crimson tears 

Abolish the rules, abolish
She had dreads upon her head, blonde snakes
Ophelia you are so well read so,
Leave me spell bound, unadormed and unrefined
I am done founted by
Pulse expire, death comes in a burst
Black forecast of a lifelong thirst

Lord of the tomb by my side
Cadaverous, dead and insane in the eye
eternally
I signed the book of red
My rage will be unleashed again
Burning the next morn
Death means nothing, there is no end
I will be reborn
 
No
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed Ghost is intelligent
Made thirty offa Def Jam I was killing 'em
 
Did cash
Till I see my name stone
Blessed are the dead

A white horse on the bowels of death
A red war horse to end all wars
A pale horse in pastilets led by
Remix!
We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)
Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz (ladies)
We stay fly, no lie, and you no this (remix