Kyd - The Ghost Town Lyrics

Yeah it's the sly and raw vocabulist
Pen provides a sinner's guide to you inadequate
My sacraments my inner dialogue with Baphomet
My addendums identifying fraud cadavers, pricks
Have to sent a bigger fire squad for blasting this
Bashing out the enterprise that you establishing
I'm ravishing this syntax I fix on tablets, broadcasting quick
Your instant rise and fall to laugh at it
Maximus sprints and flies across the atlas, it's
Class when the pensive squire scrawls the nastiness
You cavil, pissed, this fist of Iron Claw will tap the kid
Accidents's why your Highness lost his hat in this
A rabid pit - survive by mauling hacks to bits
The chasm thick so why are blogs contrasting shit?
The fanatic vents aligned with Gods, Erasmuses
A scholastic crafting a rhyming slaughter catechist
F*ck your status, no mind can dodge impacts of this
Kind of like when Einstein had saw the atom split
Sublime lines will cause you crabs to slip
I'm on the horizon you all Casper quick
Spirit's full of gravel, not carols of the chapel
Squares imperilled, spit turn chariots to shrapnel
Yeah, the offspring of Zu and Ho
I walk with kings then uproot the throne
Few can roam free when I meet with Satan
For brief communiques to be reinstated
As the beast, once released, see a feast awaited
To change this regime to cuisines for maggots, motherf*cker
Yeah, we're from the ghost town, holding it down
Yeah, we're from the ghost town, holding it down
Duck fast, your luck's lacking a source
When I rush past, you smacked until blood splats on the floor
Gut slashed by the sword that I just spat to the boards
Cut you in dub sacks, get to puff, passing your corpse
Absorb my engineering that breeds Omega
From this venom serum, I'm a freak of nature
No treaties save you, spirits I seek to take to
Meet the maker, peers can't exceed my data
Debase the scoundrel type as stockpiles ignite
My top prowess a blight to knocked challengers's might
Shock wild and strike until you lost balance just slight
Cannot salvage your light with these hot ballads I write
Trying to decipher strife spikes my insight's height
Shining bright, this is life in a new Zeitgeist
Anti-Christ psyche, a common known fact
I'm solid, go ask the chap with his collarbone cracked
Cocksucker