Send you to Infinity, killin the whole vicinity
Inner city to suburbs, everybody is my enemy
Cuz they envy me I got these bitches all on top of me
Tryna kill each other to gimme the sloppy toppy
Entropy the topic of choppin don't even drop it
Gotcha locked up in a box and ya blood is just leaking out it
Cuz ya stumbled thru the woods and ran your ass into a goblin
A gremlin, a demon, a f*cking heathen, a monster
I left you in the box and just gave you a knife and lighter
And there aint no getting out but I know that your ass a fighter so
Imma entertain myself by locking you up on a shelf and
Then we'll see how long it takes for you to cut and cook and eat yourself
Self admitted anthropophagist been gettin wicked
I'm sticking the thickest dick in these bitches been gettin lit
Off of the cadence of killas that's making tracks like a needle
Only evil if you got a problem with me eating people
I'm a sadomasochistic psychopathic individual
I can make ya use and then abuse and lose ya genitals
I can drain ya blood and blend it up to into a cocktail
And throw a house party with your body on the table
Unstable, like Cain killin Abel
Take a box cutter and go digging for ya navel
Pleasure but it's painful, like sex when it's anal
And she ain't gotta problem wimme f*ckin til her brains spill
All across the canvas, I encapsulate my damage
Rip the motherf*ckin bandage off my face cuz I can manage
I can hex you like it's magic, turn you f*ckin schizophrenic
By frantically having you fallin deeper into the madness
Livin? No chance, that's a f*ckin hard pass
I'm a walkin dead body crawling up out the grass
Blood in my mouth and a throat fulla glass
All praise to I, this is my black mass
Betcha get ya wishin, ya wishin the shit was fiction
But ya bitchin n pissin ain't really leavin me stricken
Imma cut off your face, because it isn't convincing
Imma cut out your tongue, because you lack the conviction
No friction, blood and guts slippin
Bathing in the offal of an awful crucifixion
Just listen, hear it in the distance
Whispering my name in the woods, don't miss it
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Send you to Infinity, killin the whole vicinity
Inner city to suburbs, everybody is my enemy
Cuz they envy me I got these bitches all on top of me
Tryna kill each other to gimme the sloppy toppy
Entropy the topic of choppin don't even drop it
Gotcha locked up in a box and ya blood is just leaking out it
Cuz ya stumbled thru the woods and ran your ass into a goblin
A gremlin, a demon, a f*cking heathen, a monster
I left you in the box and just gave you a knife and lighter
And there aint no getting out but I know that your ass a fighter so
Imma entertain myself by locking you up on a shelf and
Then we'll see how long it takes for you to cut and cook and eat yourself
Self admitted anthropophagist been gettin wicked
I'm sticking the thickest dick in these bitches been gettin lit
Off of the cadence of killas that's making tracks like a needle
Only evil if you got a problem with me eating people
I'm a sadomasochistic psychopathic individual
I can make ya use and then abuse and lose ya genitals
I can drain ya blood and blend it up to into a cocktail
And throw a house party with your body on the table
Unstable, like Cain killin Abel
Take a box cutter and go digging for ya navel
Pleasure but it's painful, like sex when it's anal
And she ain't gotta problem wimme f*ckin til her brains spill
All across the canvas, I encapsulate my damage
Rip the motherf*ckin bandage off my face cuz I can manage
I can hex you like it's magic, turn you f*ckin schizophrenic
By frantically having you fallin deeper into the madness
Livin? No chance, that's a f*ckin hard pass
I'm a walkin dead body crawling up out the grass
Blood in my mouth and a throat fulla glass
All praise to I, this is my black mass
Betcha get ya wishin, ya wishin the shit was fiction
But ya bitchin n pissin ain't really leavin me stricken
Imma cut off your face, because it isn't convincing
Imma cut out your tongue, because you lack the conviction
No friction, blood and guts slippin
Bathing in the offal of an awful crucifixion
Just listen, hear it in the distance
Whispering my name in the woods, don't miss it
Inner city to suburbs, everybody is my enemy
Cuz they envy me I got these bitches all on top of me
Tryna kill each other to gimme the sloppy toppy
Entropy the topic of choppin don't even drop it
Gotcha locked up in a box and ya blood is just leaking out it
Cuz ya stumbled thru the woods and ran your ass into a goblin
A gremlin, a demon, a f*cking heathen, a monster
I left you in the box and just gave you a knife and lighter
And there aint no getting out but I know that your ass a fighter so
Imma entertain myself by locking you up on a shelf and
Then we'll see how long it takes for you to cut and cook and eat yourself
Self admitted anthropophagist been gettin wicked
I'm sticking the thickest dick in these bitches been gettin lit
Off of the cadence of killas that's making tracks like a needle
Only evil if you got a problem with me eating people
I'm a sadomasochistic psychopathic individual
I can make ya use and then abuse and lose ya genitals
I can drain ya blood and blend it up to into a cocktail
And throw a house party with your body on the table
Unstable, like Cain killin Abel
Take a box cutter and go digging for ya navel
Pleasure but it's painful, like sex when it's anal
And she ain't gotta problem wimme f*ckin til her brains spill
All across the canvas, I encapsulate my damage
Rip the motherf*ckin bandage off my face cuz I can manage
I can hex you like it's magic, turn you f*ckin schizophrenic
By frantically having you fallin deeper into the madness
Livin? No chance, that's a f*ckin hard pass
I'm a walkin dead body crawling up out the grass
Blood in my mouth and a throat fulla glass
All praise to I, this is my black mass
Betcha get ya wishin, ya wishin the shit was fiction
But ya bitchin n pissin ain't really leavin me stricken
Imma cut off your face, because it isn't convincing
Imma cut out your tongue, because you lack the conviction
No friction, blood and guts slippin
Bathing in the offal of an awful crucifixion
Just listen, hear it in the distance
Whispering my name in the woods, don't miss it
Writer: Natawhis Schuldt
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