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Murderin' a verse with the verbs n' curse a person /
Hurtin, learn the sermans, we work then close the curtains //
The stage of life is empty, cold, and dark as night /
Try impressing judges while lacking your spotlight //
It's not right, the shock of a bomb runs through my arm /
From the heart grippin the mic givin' you harm //
Let's get it on, singing songs I'm ever calm /
Do me wrong, I'll slit up ya arm 'til all ya blood is gone //
Spawn, hell demon seeds flow through out my words /
Givin' courage, servants discouraged with certain sir's //
Livin' life in luxury, laughin' like love is last /
Punchin people powerfully, punished like Pompii's past //
Thought is lost, the coffin's a cost of being happy /
A holocaust of talent present, soon they'll get at me //
But still I'm here, apostles, they carry my DNA /
The convenince of stupidity greatens with every day //

Graffiti in Schenectady, treckin through heaven mentally /
Steppin like a centipede, jettin at many many speeds //
My weaponry, check it and see, it's never ending we /
Rep and speak death then we sever the heads of enemies //
Seldomly we reach for a peice, the knuckles healty please /
Never plead, I feed on your weakness, it's ressurectin' me //
My revelry of hellish destructive sentinel devilry /
Was sent to me, I'm lettin you bleed as I infect the seas //
It's comatose rap, For when you layin in black /
Waitin for somethin to change, it stay forever intact //
Like the core of the planet, spits it hot enough to cause damage /
Thinkin of madness, saddness, damnit you just wishin to manage //
Sickened and ravaged, moving foward to erase my mind /
Hard as hell to run fast through the sands of time //
No lies, only destiny and that's what my dream is /
Stuck in this mental ward, where my hope is my introvenous //

It's so severe in the mirror, I see the tears coming nearer /
Ya live in fear when ya hear the mere spirit of terror //
(My description's) A non-aryian man, with hands to burry the land /
I ran changing my shape like I'm an avian strand //
The virus in my iris catches the light, stretching it right /
In this life I'm a troubling sight, lunge with a knife //
Step forth, with a gun to my back, tumble n' blast /
My puches crack through the canisters, HAZMAT can't react //
Split hats, then I stand in the dark grippin a heart /
With my bare hands, my victim's apart, sickening thoughts //
Of a mad man, this is the diary that I speak /
Diggin' graves silently, cover you as you weep //
You ever sleep, the pod will bursts and I'ma Body Snatcher /
1956 invasion is now growing faster //
Laughter is heard through out the earth as I lay me down /
No doctor, no prayer from a church, nothing can save me now //