I'm an assault weapon sent with malt's blessin'
A prescribed burn to purge swine from my sublime herds
Devine words define verse, I'm a means to enrage by, to justify your lie and engage by
In any case I set the pace to place that look of upset upon your face, I don't drink for taste, I drink to chase the racing thoughts
Erasing thoughts and even sections of time, and I, I think the cost was this compression of mind a' mine
It's fine I'm lethal still, and evil with equal, feeble people buckle under motherfucker's regal skills
I take no prisoners like I'm handling Waco, Code and MIDI-man music the feds could use it on Davidians so take note
Sometimes you gotta kill 'em to make 'em a scapegoat, and burn the evidence so all that's left is what you say's so
Hyperconscious of the snake though you didn't notice that the locust came in on the same boat.
My fuckin sperm are the leviathan, I die and rise again and move through spaces unseen by the eyes of men
The air raid siren sounds, the painted town, the sky is red
I left no man alive the watch and crown all lying dead
AND YOU WERE RIGHT TO BE AFRAID
In a stroke-fest civilization, not worth defending
masturbate your friends and neighbors cause there's fun in pretending
you're somewhere that's green, but the mood's been descending
Little Shop of Horrors, I'm the original ending
I'm that friend pending you're afraid to accept, that 90s kid that keeps on renting faces of death
I've been sending classified information unchecked as western life personified and fully erect,
and all up in your face demanding respect while commanding much less and the lord cried "Cash me outside."
Well then I take to fists fast, lay waste to the fake shit, and shake of the fist while Code stomps on your bitch ass
All other MCs are a bunch of fuckin' pedophile rapists who are racist, trasphobic and tasteless, xenophobic, homophobic and other phobic basic base head faceless fake tit bitches talkin' fake shit
AND YOU WERE RIGHT TO BE AFRAID
My fuckin sperm are the leviathan, I die and rise again and move through spaces unseen by the eyes of men
The air raid siren sounds, the painted town, the sky is red
I left no man alive the watch and crown all lying dead
My fuckin sperm are the leviathan, I die and rise again and move through spaces unseen by the eyes of men
The air raid siren sounds, the painted town, the sky is red
I left no man alive, everybody's lying dead
I'm every warning sign you'd rather neglect
Western civilization alive in-effect, and all up in your face demanding respect while commanding much less and I replied, "Cash ME outside!"
AND YOU WERE RIGHT TO BE AFRAID
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