OUT PSYCHO lyrics : "Haemorrhage"
Yo I'm on a vital syntax
Till procrastination, is still taking its final fulfilling process
Sing for the trials and tribulations
I'm raising metaphors and usual sick $$# rhymes
while speaking mystic and seeking attentions
forever causing fatal erections to the holy spirit
Like a bat straight out of hell, and i ain't got no stories to tell
So hell, i might as well
Just start spitting some bombshells
Where hellish caverns solely dwell
I'm demolishing fatal tears, an ounce so pronounce
my god damn name properly
cause probably and suddenly
you won't personally remain with the same remains
of your personal identical identity
I'm eternally possessed by tha shocking psyche
And it ain't no Ouija
yet i'm still walking on water solstice, like a scrimmaged monstrosity
of some untold prophecy
And unsolved mysteries that scientifically damaged St Francis of $$#isi
Mimically
Verse 2
Now out psycho is on the rise
so better apologize or get euthanized
And get your eyes sliced with two knives
At the same time, with tha same rhyme
During the same night time
while im baptizing myself with moonshines n juicy canines
cause im totally insane
plus ive got cinemic symmetrical chemicals
attached to my sentimental brain
now i shall ascend into crimson showers of mystic radiations
Weather playing with fire or playing play stations
and this is my official $$#ociation
And it consists of turning my opponents into ghost form
In ghoulish cemeteries, if thats necessary
i be possessing emcees with alphabetical liturgies
my music's a literature
and you're just a prisoner
lost my soul for an air conditioner
so i choose to abuse the eardrums of confused listeners
Real name Mister Christopher
Verse 3
I'm hesitating to witness and to loose my soul
cause i ain't going to back to no god damn repentance yo
Mortification was my sport qualification
and yet still i ain't got no certificate
cause water evaporation was my final destination
plus you ain't capable to cope with the ability of nocturnal mental capacity
but i was able to telepathically communicate with a disabled nigamortis
prophetically.
Singing infernal hymns of vile profanities
blasphemy of the holy spirit
I mutilate my skins with needles and pins
Till paraphimosis occurs, mimetically
During astral projection,
apparently, but unfortunately
I thrive mystically with the agility to spit mythically
Against society and then i evolve automatically
You suffer in between wombats and paraplegics
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