Recipe for destruction
Blasphemy for such devastation
Frequently thinking of the frequency of the creation of abomination
Wait, what
I don't know what i'm thinking but it's getting scary
Sparking the psychotic in me
Drink bleach down to the blue
You're not suppose to do that, well whoop-dee-doo
Rap about necks snapping back
Bend you're back in half
Hack up blood into a pool
Swim in it till i had my full
Deaths on my mind
Goddman, she's soo fine
She's always hanging out at the house
One time i got lucky and got to see up her blouse
She asked if I've been laid to rest
Well one time on the girls chest
What the hell am i talking about
Wasn't i angry and upset with the last two songs
Man, it's been so long tho
It feels like ages ago
I would sit at the dinner table plotting
Cutting up a goat pouring it's blood into a bowl and pray to the devil what i'm plotting
Man, I'm just kidding
I'll never do that shit
I'll only write about it
It's more funnier
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