first 8 lines Tecknowledgist.. last 8 lines War and Peace
Is it, chronic depression or demonic possession?
I call it God's blessin'. Slaughter's in session, I harness a weapon.
I gnaw at your flesh n' intestines 'til you see God in His essence.
Meet the macabre machete maulin' your melon.
My heart has been missin' since Joan of Arc was charred by a senate's
Thoughtless heartlessness for martyrs. This is godlessness, get it?
It's why I, harbor a vengeance for your God and His methods.
It's why I, marched in the Heavens shoutin' OFF WITH HIS HEAD!
ya gods juggular got gauzed but it didn't pause the spill at the sawmill
magicians in awe of the slaughter the kid'll flip visual raw like its Vaudeville
audible piff riddles ya dome like Swiss bricks my clip's long as a trombone
avid for bad acid trips.. spit sick.. I'll sic a rabid Pit to go gnaw on ya jawbone
particular with vics a soot-dipped sickle inflicted the death blow
picks with perpendicular sticks dig six-foot pits in which bitches'll rest low
dip quick and ditch the shits.. slip clean off.. a most wicked and sinister scene
hidden .5th at the hip'll lick clips at the pigs that play close and wish to intervene
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