Its Phree,
with the spirit to hear it
gotta be near it to be a part
leave ya heart vearin to sore the chart
master peices, mass diseases that passed by jesus
hopin to be releasin the newest cure for the worst beliefs which
send terror crashin and burnin, havin it hurtin the massive diversions
sendin bush back to be nervous.
I never dreamed a havin tempered seeds..
travel through ene-mies, that havin beef
this is the saddest scene, havin me sit to give splatter breeds
a new acadamy for the baddest beings
i leave a wicked script of the sickest shit
have it tye a faggot down just to be into it
make him feel the spit till he kneelin split
heal him quick with rejuvination tactics, to be the realest trick
i send people to suicidal events
make em evil to brutal trials of trench.. soon ill be the best