POSTMORTEM ANOMALIES E

Let's play that one out. Every ritual has its purpose. What ammo have we seen so far? First, they bound her. Then they ripped out her tongue, poisoned her, Paralyzed her, forced her to swallow the cloth. Then the, the cuts, the internal mutilation, Stabs. Then, as if that wasn't enough, They burned her. Almost like a human sacrifice. Hide up at my hustle tree, nigga gotta get That cash. Catch you at the ATM, oh, You heard what's up, man. Hide up my hustle tree, nigga gotta get that Cash. Catch you the ATM, oh, you heard what's Up, man. Eat my flesh and drink my blood, You again. Fuck you up and spit you out. Long have I waited for this moment to feed On you, my darling bite of death. It's the smell of the hair on their corpses That possesses me and becomes my obsession. I can't hide anymore from my instincts, Such a infamous necrophiliac. Man, shut the fuck up with that bullshit.