This be some evil shit to inspire you to start a fire Do something illegal, only thing you require is a wire to strangle someone Let out your anger son, buildin up, you're filled up with pain and anguish Kid do you understand my insane language? SENSELESS, violence, psychology, apprentices of sickness learnin the art of WHILIN', and robbery with demented instincts Cemented in your mental is the exceptional fact that feeling sentimental for humans is detrimental I'm experimental in the ways of murderin you hurbs and turds with absurd words and verbs Would you have preferred being lured into a crucifixion scenario, where you're eaten by birds? The impresario of rude convictions, describing crude descriptions Prescribing murder through scribes, and desecrate the bible's vibes Maggots crawling on this page as I write this rap It's amazing, appalling, I think Satan's calling, I might snap.
[Chorus X2] Rap, stab, flesh, Jux, quick then grab your neck Bludgeon you bloody yo buddy, you stupid? What's after death? Psychological with the demonic pull, reelin you into sin peelin your skin like a psychotic bull
God won't protect your existence, so I don't respect your religion Visually you reflect a pigeon, this'll be dissected by traffic Graphic violence the science of a bloodbath is mathematic multiplying of catastrophic dying of vinyl plastic Or a CD, mastered, you can't answer whether I'm making sense or not or imitating Manson Preaching the end of God is my mantra. Enter the pod, take a trip into the nucleus of gore where the center is scarred You'll catch a barbarian beating by convicted thugs Left in the sanitarium, eating prescription drugs Force me to brutalize you, demonstrate to you how I utilize a butcher knife to computerize your flesh pixelate you Triple six degrade you. You can't quarantine the therapeutic Thorazine forever putrid horror scenes That sick cleverly secluded in the origin of this cerebrum deep-rooted info for the coroner team
[Chorus X2] Rap, stab, flesh, jux quick then grab your neck Bludgeon you bloody you buddy, you stupid? What's after death? Psychological with the demonic pull, reelin you into sin peelin your skin like a psychotic bullTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
