Evil Shit

歌詞

This beat's some evil shit to inspire you to start a fire Do something illegal, only thing you require is a wire to strangle someone Let out your anger, stop buildin up, you're filled up with pain and anguish Kid do you understand my insane language? Sensus(?), violence, psychology, apprentinces of sickness learnin the art of ballin(?) and robbery with demented insctincts Cemented in your mental is the exceptional fact that feeling sentimental for humans is detremental I'm experimental in the ways of murderin you hurbs and turds with absurd words and verbs Would you have perfered being lured into a crucifixed scenerio, were you're eaten by birds? Bein perserio(?) Who's(?) convicted, describing good descriptions Perscribing murder through scribes, and desicrate the bible's vibes Maggots crawling on this page as I write this rap It's amazing, appalling, I think Satan's calling. I might snap [Chorus X2] Rap, stab, flesh, puke, slip and grab your neck Bludgeon you bloody you buddy, you stupid? What's after death? Psychological with the demonic pull, reelin you in dis 'n peelin your skin like a psychotic bull God won't protect your existence, so I dont respect your religion Visually you reflect a pidgeon, this'll be disected by traffic Graphic violence the science of a bloodbath is mathematic multiplying of catostrophic dying of vinyll plastic Or a CD, massive(?), you can't answer whether I'm making sense or not or imitating Manson Preaching the end of God is my mantra. Enter the pod, take a trip into the nucleus of gore where the center is scarred You'll catch a barbarian beating by convicted thugs Left in the sanitary, I'm eating perscription drugs Force me to brutalize, demonstrate to you how I utilize a butcher knife to computerize your flesh pixelate you Triple 6 degrade you. You can't quarentine the therpeutic thorazine for ever putrid horror scenes That sick cleverly secluded in the origin of this cerebrum deep-rooted info for the corroner team [Chorus X2] Rap, stab, flesh, puke, slip and grab your neck Bludgeon you bloody you buddy, you stupid? What's after death? Psychological with the demonic pull, reelin you in dis 'n peelin your skin like a psychotic bull