Enter the black tomb of mass doom/ leave you with stab wounds from rap tunes/ beat you like baboons with Bassoons/ bad mood, attackin and smack goons/ bet it start now, cloaked in a dark shroud/ chantin Kali Ma Im rippin your heart out/ still beatin, kill seasons eatin your organs/ while you’re still breathin, soaked in blood with smoke and drug snipers scopin thugs/

Go rugged blood soaked, Dro nugget blunt smoke/ smack those from the guns snow go for the gusto/ no you don’t want no/ drama from Anonamix Im bombin on the populace/ no stopping this apocalypse, dropped in piss/ with followers your noggin gets demolished/ shit apologies are nonexistent are brawlic with the all of it/ no stopping this awesomeness/ Evil intent, eat, sin, needa trip people listen/
C) Preachers and demons both leading to sin/ scheming and bleeding depleting within/ bigger guns used to make people consent/ we’ll never be through with this evil intent/ x2

People beheaded, discreetly defended/ my evil intentions are reaching to vengeance/ after completing my sentence you’re bleeding in sections/ got lethal injections for all people in presence/Seize up your death will please us/ and your bitch nailed me harder than Jesus/ Speak these words so heavily weak kinetic energy/ end pathetic legacies I spit aesthetic ketamine/ You rode the Cru to fame so you suck Ces/ Im a god Ubiquitous that you come test/ Intense in our hatred, we’re death incarnated/ not content scars faded talent is hard placement/ I turn my dogs on you to leave blood in the sand/ got em trained like your bitch to come on command/ Razor slice in painful fights to take a life/ raped ya wife, berated twice for not brainin right/

C) Preachers and demons both leading to sin/ scheming and bleeding depleting within/ bigger guns used to make people consent/ we’ll never be through with this evil intent/ x2

Brutalized corpses make putrefied organs/and humans die often cause few survive torture/ Set perspective, gone like effervescent/ reached consensus on your stretched intestines/ Curses in, no alternative to murders kid/ or tourniquets for occurrences with services/ Certification of the best verbalization/ murdered the herb when I heard his location/ Corpses and organs distorted abortions/ portions of rawness your contortions are flawless/ sendin weapons then the devil is the specimen/ render that adrenaline as medicine/ first cocaine had helped me flirt with pain/ then I blew outta my mind like Kurt Cobaine/ Stroke the rope to close ya throat/ gloat once they rule that I overdosed on dope/

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