Triangular Demonology feat Mantra
Cuts by DJ Excalibur, beat by Stijn B
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Lyrics
The sound's epic like the 4 seasons,
the force of the claws of these 3 demons
leaving heathens on the floor bleeding
with more reason to flee regions
occupied by these raw thetans
A: Ascetic is madness, a ravenous fiend
a damned phantom from the valley of dreams,
I practice the magic of the shamans of Thebes,
bring hatchets to parishes and hackin up priests,
the masses will scream as the wrath of the sea
inundate the provinces that made attacks on my creed,
now I live in a ghastly palace with an arabesque queen,
lyrically casting malice in the pastures and streams,
like George the 3rd my status remain as the rawest wit words, and the maddest of kings,
dawg you’re better off slashin your veins unless u want ya flesh melted in acidic bane.
the anarchist I laugh as I cast a pack of pack of the savagest scavengers to ravage the ass of a pacifist,
my malice is blasphemously hazardous, i took a piss in a chalice and handed it to Lazarus,
u cats get smacked and smashed to dust by the blackened math of the staff I thrust,
my wrath will crush and leave u hysterical, im the demon that tempted Jesus in Jericho,
the illest of militant lyricists, pillaging villages without givin a fuck about the laws of Leviticus
im raw with the syllabus, a villainous telepathist, the fuckin nemesis of ecumenical genesis
M: the fort knights sword fight gem professors, them are senseless, peep ascetic’s pens and ledges
A: I bend the senses, intend to send pretentious men in to revel in intense dementia
M: the devil’s apprentice
A: your head is defenseless
M: pitted against the test of ever relentless tempers
A: hence this endless vengeful tempest of lyrical imagery more violent than Quentin’s
M: entering dimensions accepting the sentence of vile pleasures and elemental night terrors
A: your errors are clear! the bearers of fear, like reservoir dogs that’ll sever ya ears,
M: we better than queers that dick suck and flip nothing, spit something! we confronting your clique bumping the shit running
A: for something fun 2 do we cunningly summoned Zeus to split crews in 2 wit thunderous grooves
M: secret
