Netcees - Relentless

I'm a motherfucking zombie bashing brains in. Dahmer's back, the monster that created your horror fascination. Scarred and lacerated, get your carcass dragged and sawed in half. This is germ-infesting cross-contamination, bring in the body bags and rape kits. Cocky and abrasive. Rotten raps, I'm Satan with a raw imagination and thoughts of Patrick Bateman committing awful acts of hatred. Johnny swag, I'm Blazing. No. Johnny swag, I'm Caged in. Caught and trapped, contained. I'm lost and can't escape this haunting transformation. Sharpened axes make sure your arms are amputated, a doctor botching handsome faces. Heartless savage pacing, I've gone insane and only hang with oddballs and basket cases. We don't bow or read The Bible. We're anarchists who watch slasher flicks just to hear the sound of screams, your idols. I'll have you swallowing a knife, this is Halloween, I'm Michael. Norman Bates, let's reenact the shower scene in Psycho. Prison or jail, I'm ready to sit in a cell - that's for certain. 'Cause I'm living in Hell. Fuck that nigga Pharrell, I ain't never been a Happy person. Just a bastard lurking behind Catholic churches. But I'm into black magic and casting curses. Badly hurting, fighting pain that's infectious. Craving your flesh, I walk like the Day of the Dead in a state of depression. Get hung by your dangled intestines. I'm relentless, sticking my fangs in your neck because the taste of it's precious. God made a mistake and placed me in Heaven... 'til I was casted out for leaving one of His angels beheaded. Death Rap, I faithfully rep it. You stay on the fence while I still got the balls to still spit the bars that you lable offensive. That's the difference between us. Plus, your bitch got more than just a glimpse of my penis. Dick so big, it ripped through her spleen and split her urethra. I should visit a priest to get rid of these demons. But any hopes of me living my dreams were shattered and I'm still trying to pick up the pieces. Clinical genius, my visions aid the blind. Once an experiment, a victim tranquilized in a tank of ice. 'Til I rose in a rage, with vicious traits designed by my innovator's mind. I'm the myth that came alive, the stitched creation with a brain and spine made by Victor Frankenstein.