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Thereâs no question if Iâm ill or not,
unfold the killerâs plot
To blind the eye on the pyramid and destroy the buildinâ blocks
I take tequila shots with six packs of Miller
And youâre no match like caterpillars attackinâ silverback gorillas
Itâs like a storm swept in the form of a war weapon
Whoâd have your broad stressinâ, chasinâ my balls like dogs fetchinâ
Born legend, swinginâ Liquid Swords with the force
Of missiles launched in a Pacific-Northwest collision course
Iâm not like the rest, Iâm cut from a different cloth
Worshiped like a Christian corpse nailed to a religious cross
Youâve bitten off more than you can chew, your shit is soft
You hear the hunger in my voice, I hear the bitch in yours
I donât Dance With The Devil, Iâm just sittinâ back
Clickinâ gats, poppinâ his choreographer on hidden tracks
Rippinâ cats with Skirmish, Plazma and Leatherface
While Psiklone and Possessed disgrace anyone who test their fate
Test your fate, give me a reason to set it straight
Give me a reason to make your body levitate
Give me a reason to teach lessons and educate
Fuck it, Iâma leave you bleedinâ
I donât even need a reason
Switch stars and stripes and American eagles
Arm the presidentâs people with carving knives and heroin needles
Delay the afterlife, suspendinâ the sequel
Self-injecting the lethal T-Virus from Resident Evil
Vicious jackal, black zodiac star sign
The horse whisperer, turning Pegasus to the dark side
In a State of Lunacy, literally losinâ my mind
I had an infernal affair with Luciferâs wife
I sleep balancinâ on sharpened javelins
Who needs a passport when youâre born with dragon wings?
When it comes to blood Iâll drink Dracula under the operating table
Turn eternal hellfire to ice, high as a kite
Smoking the blunt side of a knife
Desert mouth, jaw full of cactus spines
Parasites feeding off the decaying corpse of the Antichrist
I suspect Iâm losinâ the plot
Sleep with a battle axe and rest my head on an executionerâs block
Refuse to be a flash in the pan
When opportunity knocks, I bang back with battering rams
View the future through all-seeing eyes
Unsheathe my knife, carve the date of my death in the Tree of Life
If I get cold feet, Iâll walk on water âtil I turn the sea to a sheet of ice
Pry open the jaws of depression, force whole packs of Prozac
Washed down with scorpion venom
Sorcerer with a morbid obsession, four notorious henchmen
Guarding my doors of perception
I turn Brokeback Mountain to Hamburger Hill
Fuck a blacksmith, I forge axes from nerves of steel
Embodiment of decrepitude
Fuck sexual diseases, my ejaculation leaves exit wounds
Head semi-detached, emerged from the grave
The living deceased in a permanent state of murderous rage
I was burned at the stake, rose from the ashes
With a thirst for human flesh, no emotional baggage
No close companions, donât show compassion
Unleashinâ my demons secretly seekinâ holy sanction
Straight horrorcore, never did follow law
The insane and sagely sodden-faced god of war
Itâs been this way forever,
a basement dweller
Forever plottinâ my apocalyptic reign of terror
Possess the emperor of Romeâs treacherous soul
Reclaim supreme status and reassemble the throne
The Night of the Living Dead, youâll die a horrific death
Your last image; a masked figure lighting a cigarette
Itâs Diabolic and Rhyme Asylum in full effect
Weâll never compromise, be silenced or put to rest