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The link to the beat I wrote this joint to, in case anyone
Wants to peep it to get a better vibe of the piece:
[Verse 1]
When I hold the mic, I control your life, like a poltergeist
You know you're nice, when your flow can turn the track to molten ice
I told you twice, I'm shiest', you still wanna roll the dice?
You owe the price to Jehovah, you better sell your soul to Christ
I'm so precise, every word is the murderous version
Perfectly worded, with curses in a verse from the serpent
Birthed by a virgin, started a legion, that parted the sea 'n
Gave Adam and Eve the apple from the Garden of Eden
I'm part of the reason, why the seasons chain react
In the Devil's Bible, my twelve disciples, are a team of maniacs
Leave your brain detached, and slightly open
Til you're hooked up, to an IV chokin' on some highly potent ibuprofen
Those who try opposin' get a pile driver
Send 'em flyin' skyward, out the morgue, then launch 'em a mile higher
Use an entire supply of lighter fluid igniter
Then strike the fuse on the wire, and pile fuel to the fire
[Chorus x2]
I appear in your dreams, so when you sleep, you fear it
Hearin' the screams, of spirits, in my evil lyrics
That'll tighten the knees, as soon as people hear it
It's kinda like a disease, without the means to cure it
[Verse 2]
I'm a mechanical animal, compatible with actual cannibals
That'll break your clavicle, and tear your mandible
Stabbin' you with broken glass and daggers, jabbin' through
Your abs to leave an open gash and splatter half your bladder
I'm a rapper with the type of tone, that'll ignite your dome
With fire blowin' nitris prone, to melt the microphone
I've been known as the burial filler, that'll
lyrically drill ya, with eerie material like serial killers
An imperial thriller, iller than Manson-Marilyn
Rapper/Arabic, bombin' the track terrorist
It's the arrogant, ignorant, derelict, infinite
Rippin and wearin' your skin 'n then I'm tearin' your ligaments
Seep the air in your system 'n cut your circulation, crush your
Vertebrae, your sternum's breakin', causing combustion regurgitation
I'm urinatin' on the bible, for stealing my songs and titles
So cop the vinyl, and witness God's arrival
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
I'll take a razor tip, and graze your face with it
And tape the shit, so Satanists can play the crazy skit, on my laser disc
An Atheist, the Verbal Craftsman, that'll have you murdered and then
Take some fuel and go, to your funeral service laughin'
With a thermos of gas and matches, so I can burn the casket
Watch it turn to ashes, then come back to blow the urn to fragments
My vocabulary, will bury my adversaries
Every rap's as scary, as taking a bloody bath with Carrie
Cats compare me, to the sorcerer type
My force on the mic, is sorta like, bringin' swords to a fight
It's more than just hype, everyone in my crew's a beast
We don't use a piece, our music is killin' the youth like Judas Priest
Cop the new release, my raps'll make Buddha blast you
Shootin' at you, making human statues, at Medusa's castle
I'm supernatural, keep thinking it's only lyrics
Til I kill myself, then resurrect my soul, like the Holy Spirit
[Chorus x2]
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