Originally Posted by Eversick666
Ruthless clashes,and lashes tounge spit demon plasmic's,custom gat so fat its blast leaves volcanic ashes,block out the Sun,just from aimin at son,I actually carry a burner as black as tina turner,but what's love got to do with it dun,ES an Priest shit where u sleep and eat off your plate,skate with ya fundz n just break ya fuckin bitches heart when we say we can't stay.ken griffy spliffy to get major leauge blazed,rip out a passage from your bible and wipe my ass with the page,ure left decayed in my dungeon jungle of rotton limbs that seem like roots from the tree of life I planted in mY morbid real life version of sim's.cromwell. St. Garden of grimm,bones with poems etched in em of the underground rhymes that I spin...
catacombs under roman forrests dim with ora's of sin
worshiper's cooridoors we're hoarded within
ready for war, machete swords to ya kin
floors fulla limbs insisioned portions of skin
with fema coffins lockin four to a bin..
fours spin, forified doors, board splints
poor kids, cry on the floor for more Kix
Serial killer sword shit, Lord's dish
fill ya head fulla holy holes thorn pricked
when we comin the bloods of war, pour thick