No tricks or scripts just fate that provokes hate for fakes sake
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No tricks or scripts just fate that provokes hate for fakes sake
wild sporadic space warped thought to cease your talk & outline ur body in chalk
prolly-get popped the dali llama crawlin a-top the sanctuary/
u can calculate when my lyrics elevate to diminish your fate
superior mental state, meditating at hells gate, cursed with high birth mortality rates, its like fate wont clear my slate.
iron lungz spittin' that fire, armed tongue slinger for hire,
fresh outta battle, ashy hands from the funeral pyre
as I sing bullfrogs and crickets is the choir, I take baths in gasoline, I dry by the bonfire
it ignites my soul an set my onelines on fire,the wicked inflicts a script from satans personal bible
In hell doing a thousand push up well shuffling threw lava
bench pressing mountains giving suckers homicide eye contact
Battling the roaming subterranean forces
Travelling to Rome on Transylvanian horses
Lightin' castlevanian torches, I conjured tha spirit within
It's outer shell was solid steel with the appearance of skin
^ castlevanian torches!! nice
The lyrics of men shattered against this exoskeleton
My intelligence was fellin' men, making them irrelevant
crush ya frame 2 gelatin for those in conspiracy
poltergiest leave ya spiritually amongst the tyranny
My foes be fearin' me, from tha US to South Yemen
Crush those who oppose, then rape and pillage all their women
Bloodstains on ya linen, I devour raw swine
Walk savage in the mist, vandalize God's shrine
Analyze Raw Rhymes, Enterprize all Mine,
End Yer' Life Small Fry, When ya Die Loud Cryz