Hell-oH shit no it's the devil, let me go, let me know the sacrificial lamb was a peasant pendin' noh body's ever endin' soul rottin' rendered by a skull, slaughtered, severed by his own father.
Somebody handle this headcase
Hand him his dead brain-
Stem blazed.. Smoke with
The Deville and then blame
The flames.. You sparkin'
The heat but you can't singe
The pain.. Syringe in your vain
Trigger finger pointin' blame
And the mirror's nowhere to face
No reflection to frame
You were left to decay
The rest of you lays
In the death of whos named
oN your tombstone of shame
Deface your tomb, prone
To trace your roots, home
To where your heart beats alone
The soul of your carcass screams low
Your shadow sees a ghost
It's the demon in the eyes
oF the angel you've approached
At Heaven's gates you are thrown
Noosed by the halo of his own
Rosary beads will strangle at the throat
Choke, and croak at the foot of the throne
Death rings the bell tolls
Hell holds in the shell of a mold
A being so decrepid and cold
The bleeding soiled flesh of his skull
With his skin inside out
Sewn to his skeletal dried out
With his eyes gouged
It's the indelible Deville
So clever you'll never catch
If you meddle I'm tellin' you
Several have failed..
The rest of them nailed
To their death by detail
But your casket will close
Open your chest cavity
Back stab me I'm crackin' your bones
I'm after your soul
The innocence you're given, I stole
If RIP is my thesis
I'm givin' you rest in pieces
Eaten by maggots and leeches
Lived on through diseases
See this, it can happen to you
So warn your friends and your enemies
They can have it too..
No punchlines will touch rhymes
The violence is strickly in writtens
Cut by the Dj scratchin' his itches to bleed
Wax paper enemies, pen and pad weaponry
Unless you're deaf you'll see
The lyrical complexity
Whether we ever see you defeated
You're readin' the truth..
Spoken by me as it's heeded by you..
Conceitedly deceived yet a fool
To believe he can beat the needed proof
I see it in you, the weakling that roots
To the seed from the womb of the being
That chooses to breathe but he's useless
Use less of your head cause its hollow inside
And stop tryna spit just swallow your pride
This is the farthest you'll get
To publicise your rhymes
Thank God that the Deville
Crushed your soul through your spine
Now close your eyes..
Open your mind and let the hole blacken..
It's a closed casket..
