- Mar 26, 2003
- 10,777
- 4,247
birthed from a polluted womb
filled with disease, death and doom
i am a hell-seed and my colossal hate consumes
not only me…be all of the victims i see
you can call me a witch’s groom
or the devils boon
driven crazy by every full moon
i’m the one that left the bloodstains in your bathroom
i assume…you’ve never met someone like me
cause i can set your soul free
from the constraints of your petty dismal earthly shell
lucky for you cause my eternal soul burns in the depths hell
a reincarnated demon who lusts for screams and wails
gasps and whimpers…i am the result of the fires temper
scorching while i’m torching the unwary with lava lotion
with no commotion I do my evil deeds then i’m ghost and
i’m never the one to be caught…i hide in the shadows
cause true evil can’t be bought…all of your prayers are for naught
as your crimson blood drips from my poison spike paddle
i’ll take your skin to make my ostrich riding saddle
nothing goes to waste as i use the rest of your body for paste
to paste the news clipping of my latest victim’s body stripping then ripping
i need 10 souls before my next oracle sitting
so that i can converse with the dead
the living are not interesting enough to talk to
so i take their lives instead
of trudging through a bored mundane existence
it’s funny to me how intestines fall to the ground with no resistance
no constricting epidermis…when i was 9 i first got my killers learners
permit…as i killed my 3rd grade teacher because she wasn’t teaching me ****
at the age of 13 i took my first cocaine hit
followed by my first victim that needed a rape kit
sickness follows me wherever i go
and if you ask me if i care about paying for my sins…i’ll say hell no
my life is a grotesque horror show…
and that’s the way i like it
you’ll never get close to this beast because i’m psychic
there is so much power on the dark side so there’s no where to run and hide
give me an inch and slide
this 8 inch blade in your hide
this is yet but only a glimpse of the bizarre ride in which i reside…
filled with disease, death and doom
i am a hell-seed and my colossal hate consumes
not only me…be all of the victims i see
you can call me a witch’s groom
or the devils boon
driven crazy by every full moon
i’m the one that left the bloodstains in your bathroom
i assume…you’ve never met someone like me
cause i can set your soul free
from the constraints of your petty dismal earthly shell
lucky for you cause my eternal soul burns in the depths hell
a reincarnated demon who lusts for screams and wails
gasps and whimpers…i am the result of the fires temper
scorching while i’m torching the unwary with lava lotion
with no commotion I do my evil deeds then i’m ghost and
i’m never the one to be caught…i hide in the shadows
cause true evil can’t be bought…all of your prayers are for naught
as your crimson blood drips from my poison spike paddle
i’ll take your skin to make my ostrich riding saddle
nothing goes to waste as i use the rest of your body for paste
to paste the news clipping of my latest victim’s body stripping then ripping
i need 10 souls before my next oracle sitting
so that i can converse with the dead
the living are not interesting enough to talk to
so i take their lives instead
of trudging through a bored mundane existence
it’s funny to me how intestines fall to the ground with no resistance
no constricting epidermis…when i was 9 i first got my killers learners
permit…as i killed my 3rd grade teacher because she wasn’t teaching me ****
at the age of 13 i took my first cocaine hit
followed by my first victim that needed a rape kit
sickness follows me wherever i go
and if you ask me if i care about paying for my sins…i’ll say hell no
my life is a grotesque horror show…
and that’s the way i like it
you’ll never get close to this beast because i’m psychic
there is so much power on the dark side so there’s no where to run and hide
give me an inch and slide
this 8 inch blade in your hide
this is yet but only a glimpse of the bizarre ride in which i reside…