MASTA OF THE GRAVEYARD E

In blood like water, you know the spirit mother Hell's on me, the pharaoh one Satanic true force, It's intense, I think it be a gun Keep Pumpin' this twenty-gauge shotgun to knock 'em all Out believin' in wrong, bitch That's your fuckin' anthem, throw it in a jar Like glass It's only for my past, Dirty stupid diaries It's only for the fuckin' Comfort the eyes of these, I'll doin' it That's Your fuckin' fuckin' anthem, throw Smokin' Weed in the hell, my hands are full of Metal The blood runnin' like it don't stop, My never metal The paper's not for granted, Murderous it never will I have no fear of This double sinister reveal I'm in trouble, The sum of my life is the double the Double of every tomorrow Having to shovel the Suffering, shoveling even the shovel to grab at the Soul Press the devilish business of my broken karma, Step inside For this time of violence and the Stuff of my bloody profile Different is the night, I'm a clever false soul Crazy hundred hooks, The best always knows how I kill a hundred Bitch from the stone, rap verse I say the First fear and they tell my tongue hurts My Hands are from the first time, before this all Began I'm visionless and major, Broken fringes on the hands Feel a thousand birds And thousand thousand birds A hundred thousand Broken motherfuckin' couple birds, Bitch I just wanna stop the emptiness my head Except we can't feel our fingers and have to Suckle milk Except we do it twice for the Sad grace Guessin' how we pin a thousand visions Of our lives Superfishin' motherfucker, Vermin turnin' to rap Understand the mystic forces In my head is so much fat I'm the Stuff of thousand motherfuckin' dick and lose your Brain Understand the mystic vicious talent, It's a fuckin' Maze Hello? You like scary movies? What's your favorite scary movie? Halloween