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Demon Chant

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Enter my dimension of demented sentences

I'm inventing an adventure representative of sin

Souls are sent to where to wild thing dwell on poison hell

Once the demons sniff their meal- can't avoid their sense of smell

I'm losing all composure the madness taking over

There's fangs in your face if you aggravate the cobra

Big bats bashed till your head is in fragments

Fast to clap kids pulling metal like magnets

Attack you my gat shoots to split your cap duke

Leave you crooked on the ground lookin' busted like plaid suits

We leavin' with your wallet in a flash when I grab loot

Your brains in a blender so for lunch we can have soup

Untouchable vandal such a clutch a few hands full

Sharp instruments to spark incidents

So get sent for disaster shortened breath like I'm asthma

Slice the head off a rapper like a velociraptor

Street veteran master rugged bringer of pain

Point your finger and blame me for your lingering pain

See we creep you and maim you in a matter of seconds

With an avid selection of extravagant weapons

After you bash with Mr. Hyde you'll be scared to come outside

Fu**in' tearing out your eyes by the pair if I decide

See I never let you win you're lucky if I let you live

If I approach you with a robbery I suggest you give

See my Glock has got the slugs that of future hold your death

Yo I breath with aqua lungs and a locomotive breathe

I move like a phantom lord and strike like I'm God

Now it's your fate to suffocate like you was fighting The Blob

I got corpses in my closet that still haven't decayed

I live in plush compliments to my spectacular maid

Every time I'm done recording I come back with a plague

And even though I own guns I'm always packing a blade

Pulling names out of hats, blowing brains out with gats

Cutting veins with an axe, blood stains on my slacks

C**k back the Techa 9 and get ready to bust shots

At your neck and spine you're red like a cherry slush

Yo I'd like very much to leave you in a wheelchair

Come and brush up with cuts with me and catch a real scare

I can't even feel bad for my victims because

Say that Satan gives me orders and I reap the rewards

Lebih Daripada Mr. Hyde

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