Certain
11-04-2014, 08:24 PM
Welcome to my showcase, my masterpiece.
Insurrection? Your whole race tastes mass defeat.
My heart is from a cold place, a lab complete with the coding for retractive teeth.
Your souls are left exploding at the pastor's knees if I even get a notion of your blasphemy.
I'll mold your thoughts with codeine and gaseous speed so that you overdose and nosebleed as you gasp to breathe.
I'm an overload of proteins, amino assassin's creed,
Styx swimmer, devoted heathen with a dash of Jesus,
and if you provoke a ghost or demon, you'll face the wrath of me.
I was first seen in the groves of Eden, with a grasp on Eve.
That's Certain Serpent. Shotguns kick back at the sight.
I read the future in patterns of light.
Like roaches, they scatter and hide,
but I'm tactless, a savage defined by my most massive of minds
and followed by a hungry horde of ugly whores and scavenger-types.
They shall know me by the trail of blood,
there's no period. I fill ovaries with a pail of come,
while most of you are lonely and will fail at love.
Holding close to rosaries won't derail my run, as I send shots through broken screams that never sail. They hum.
I am the shadow reason for your pessimism.
When the cattle bleed, it's time for exorcism.
Talking back would seem to have your head go missing,
and the last to laugh and tease found their anal cavities were beset by fists and the cast-iron release of a Texas Christmas.
So to battle me wasn't your best decision.
For anyone who wants, I recorded it a cappella:
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Insurrection? Your whole race tastes mass defeat.
My heart is from a cold place, a lab complete with the coding for retractive teeth.
Your souls are left exploding at the pastor's knees if I even get a notion of your blasphemy.
I'll mold your thoughts with codeine and gaseous speed so that you overdose and nosebleed as you gasp to breathe.
I'm an overload of proteins, amino assassin's creed,
Styx swimmer, devoted heathen with a dash of Jesus,
and if you provoke a ghost or demon, you'll face the wrath of me.
I was first seen in the groves of Eden, with a grasp on Eve.
That's Certain Serpent. Shotguns kick back at the sight.
I read the future in patterns of light.
Like roaches, they scatter and hide,
but I'm tactless, a savage defined by my most massive of minds
and followed by a hungry horde of ugly whores and scavenger-types.
They shall know me by the trail of blood,
there's no period. I fill ovaries with a pail of come,
while most of you are lonely and will fail at love.
Holding close to rosaries won't derail my run, as I send shots through broken screams that never sail. They hum.
I am the shadow reason for your pessimism.
When the cattle bleed, it's time for exorcism.
Talking back would seem to have your head go missing,
and the last to laugh and tease found their anal cavities were beset by fists and the cast-iron release of a Texas Christmas.
So to battle me wasn't your best decision.
For anyone who wants, I recorded it a cappella:
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