You’re dead kid now you’re just meat for preparation,
Your brain’s smeared all over the street like defecation.
Pull a gun out on a star,
You ain’t too famous on Hollywood Boulevard to get run over by a car.
Big saws the size of the teeth of Jaws,
Chop you into jigsaws.
Staring at death like a Nine-Eleven jumper,
Antichrist superstar.
Drop the spine of a reverend in a dumpster.
Brutal accidents and axes leaving dents
In your skull permitting access, to your medulla’s fragments.
A bullet rushes at ya like a piranha to kill,
And the slug cuts cleanly through your skull like Dahmer’s drill.
You can tell I’m satanic from my evil selection
Your autopsy’s like a Walmart meat section.
You didn’t survive a stab to the chest,
Unfortunately medical science can’t always have success.
You don’t like listening to death poetry,
Well I do.
There’s nothing like beautiful poems for you to die to.
You can’t stop pain, how long will does it last?
A close-range blast will leave you with no brains fast.
Don’t dread, stab yourself to this poem instead.
Don’t impress me with your with your breathing, impress me by being dead.
I’ll be impressed when you’re bleeding red,
‘Cause at least you can say you’ve done something I haven’t done yet.
Trying to be spiritual so you can get closer,
You’ll have to choke on your blood so you can be kosher.
It’s a fact,
Everybody I kill will never come back.
Like cats in the slums of crack, catching slugs in the back.
It’s a cycle,
Enough humans are addicted to the thrill,
So now that you’re fuckin’ dead I need somebody new to kill.
If I tried to stop writing like this,
I couldn’t,
But if I could, I wouldn’t.
Smash the door down, fuck getting stuck,
Gamblin’ with life, I think you’re out of luck.
Don’t act rugged if you’re not, ‘cause when I bring it you’ll be fucked.
You’re safe in your crib with the organs adjacent to your ribs.
I pump with so much poison, not many more days you’ll live.
You look fucked,
You look like you’re puking gook up.
It looks like the rest of your life should suck.
When I say it kid,
You get beheaded with a knife,
The most sadistic human you ever met in your life.
You don’t like listening to death poetry,
Well I do.
There’s nothing like beautiful poems for you to die to.
You can’t stop pain, how long will does it last?
A close-range blast will leave you with no brains fast.
Don’t dread, stab yourself to this poem instead.
Don’t impress me with your with your breathing, impress me by being dead.
I’ll be impressed when you’re bleeding red,
‘Cause at least you can say you’ve done something I haven’t done yet.
It’s beautiful, it’s beautiful to demons,
Beautiful poems, dangerous rhythm.
Death is ugly ‘cause you fear it, it’s beautiful to demons.
Stop the pushin’, pullin’, and screamin’.
Beautiful music, dangerous rhythm.
It’s beautiful, stop the pushin’, pullin’, and screamin’.
Death is ugly ‘cause you fear it, it’s beautiful to demons.
Beautiful poetry, beautiful poems.
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