some evil shit
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I kan feel tha devilz presence az i spit thiz ungodly sentence/ thiz shit got me deppressed playin russion rullett wit a 30 round klip/voicez tellin me 2 do wickid shit like murda my unborn kid wit a ice pik/im far from righteous got blood on my handz az i write thiz/standin N rottin flesh im a mess but it'z triple 6 till my death/rip ya heart out cha chest wash it down wit holy water now consider ya self blessed
I'm that evil latin neva slim wit tha bloody brim deep N my dungen drillin skullz wit a craftzman/thiz full moon got my blood boilin devil hornz rippen out my skin/don't get shit twizted still grippen a mak 10 N red flaggen but i do it wit a devilish grin/murderen suckaz wearin other mutha fuckaz skin bloody kingz jersey/tearin off ya eye lidz az ya beg 4 mercy prayin 2 ya god but that shit don't concern me/self inflikted insizionz on my face my mind iz N a dark place my soul iz N a possessed state/have dreamz of practicen witch craft N front of hellz gate demonic forcez torturen corpses kuz they thoughtz wazn't morbid/disgrace my dark lord get ya heart perced wit a broad sword unholy kreaturez devour ya spinal kord reverce exorcismz bein proformed kreateing satanic kanibalz 2 eat ya first born.
Heard threw tha quija board that god don't like me/4 tha time i sat N church sippin a baby flesh flavord icee/blood soaked white tee armed wit a kitchen knife give tha pastorz neck a slice laugh az he slowly losez hiz life im tha anti christ/at ya funeral hide N ya kasket murder ya first family member 2 open it wit a hatchet/walkin around sac wit limbz N my jacket jump off tha capital head first kuz im high off acid
Verbally violent//kill niggas stealth and silent//eye for eye shit//shove salt up your ass while you scream "Why Do My Thighs Itch!?"//Dunno what that means//I guess Im smokin too much green//mug mean//splatter blood to add color to the crime scene//sectioned off with yellow tape//dog I use human skin for drapes//record the victims screams and press out a double-album Mix Tape//ill call ya fam and tell em u comin home late//matter a fact not at all//cuz u hangin' by hooks on my wall//go to public areas and comit sedative injected severing//up in my brain is where the devil be//aint no way u faggots can level me//use a kitana to chop up ya dad and mama//and slow cook the flesh fresh hot in a sauna
$pitten gory flowz on a bloody mikrophone wit a jagged sickle ill kut off ya cheek bone/im not alone surrounded by demonz ya faith N god haz weakind stabb u N ya heart till it stopz beatin/rip ya kidney out cha back welcome 2 sac tha mutha fuckin sick town got ya gaged N bound on tha ground/bloody az fuck taken bitez out ya gut even az a kid had blended brainz N my sip kup so i knew when i grew up i waz guna b a sick fuck/now im stuck N theze last dayz thiz demonology will 4 sure get me casted away but i still prey 2 satan every day/mincen church goerz wit razor bladez piss N tha tha holy water toss tha father a hand granade.