anyone wanna battle btw?
Used to graspin' a pen but I’m rappin’ instead of preachin’
causing more holy fucks than Mary Magdalene’s nether region
blessed semen, not Winkin Blinkin & Nod, a heathen leavin' ya scarred
an evil creature that God sent creepin' reapin' from morgues
every fiendish stinkin' up corpse, to add to his evil powers
wait, not God, Satan, can't tell the difference between the cowards
settin' a top their towers, while the forces collide, of course I'm a die
blunt force & torturous cries, built thresh holds of pain in a former of life
by gougin' my eyes with countless porcupine spines, inferno walker
most of my feats are turnin to solder, organs get purged with an auger
ya torch gets submerged under water, ya fort gets turned in a slaughter
I'm on ya porch porkin' ya daughter, no remorse, she's enjoys when I rocker
the oracle, I consult her, and inquire with an iron fist if I will die or resist
a writer tired of fists, but still fire dying to dish a bitch into a quiet silent abyss
my vital signs in my wrist drain of the life force coursin within my midst
My last warning, and this is it, I don't bend laws of nature, I contort em a lil bit
Used to graspin' a pen but I’m rappin’ instead of preachin’
causing more holy fucks than Mary Magdalene’s nether region
blessed semen, not Winkin Blinkin & Nod, a heathen leavin' ya scarred
an evil creature that God sent creepin' reapin' from morgues
every fiendish stinkin' up corpse, to add to his evil powers
wait, not God, Satan, can't tell the difference between the cowards
settin' a top their towers, while the forces collide, of course I'm a die
blunt force & torturous cries, built thresh holds of pain in a former of life
by gougin' my eyes with countless porcupine spines, inferno walker
most of my feats are turnin to solder, organs get purged with an auger
ya torch gets submerged under water, ya fort gets turned in a slaughter
I'm on ya porch porkin' ya daughter, no remorse, she's enjoys when I rocker
the oracle, I consult her, and inquire with an iron fist if I will die or resist
a writer tired of fists, but still fire dying to dish a bitch into a quiet silent abyss
my vital signs in my wrist drain of the life force coursin within my midst
My last warning, and this is it, I don't bend laws of nature, I contort em a lil bit