Mike
Genocide
Mike and Genocide are back to cause terror,
my sword severs vocal cords beyond measure,
y’all claim off the chain but remain some dogs tethered,
so I take aim at you lames you all better,
leave or get bagged up like leaves in fall weather,
A-T-R is the team no need for more letters,
Just absorb the message heard and ring off like a desert bird
Answer when the call comes, flick the dust off the cellular
Seldom do the words not strike true fright, need religion in this black light
Musta missed the bus, but wound up on the path right
Mag-lights flashing my coordinates, the organ hits the right keys
Gen and mike back to bring you life more than likely..
We some ogres and bandits that are taking over the planet,
returned to cause chaos as we spread commotion and panic,
my home is a labyrinth that boas and cobras inhabit,
slither through the streets, avenues frozen in granite,
we explosive and savage, so go take your dosage of xanax,
cause each and everyone of our opponents will leave swollen and damaged,
Gold fangs quote the priciest language, grabbin life by the tits
All natural, authentic python grip crush the point when i bite down nips..
See hustle and never mind, never once have i snitched
Used to roll blunts and blow clouds off of wonderful hits
Theres nothing i miss more but ive adjusted the game
Analyze these young suckers and gaze, realizing that i suffer from age..
but we still in our prime, everyone left here is broken and feeble,
we above the rest like a steeple of a roman cathedral,
cause at this moment you people,
are just weasels, cock roaches, rodents and beetles,
and I'm here to exterminate you all with a component of evil
the palisades of this crusade have been heavily fortified ,
stay tuned all you maggots cause there's surely more to die
Pass the captain morgan til my body is dead
Theres no bitch in my soul, just a god in the flesh
Me and mike been at ya necks since the textodus era
Aint a colder two still doin this that ever could pair up
Just a pen, beat and a booth and youll be leakin your fluids
And we'll be there piss drunk, all we bring is the trueness
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Sini:
It was written in ancient legend forsaken I'd take the gates of Heaven
Aim to test it, blazing greater than statements that Satan beckon
Craving flesh of angels, my fangs're cradled in daemon necks I'm
Taking breath, swallowing lightning bolts and the taste electric
Feeling thunder, building hunger of spirits of saints for breakfast
Kill ascendants, teeth are like blades serrated and razors pressing
Straight in chests, swallow hearts of apostles like steak or lettuce
They regret letting me respirate, now Imma dangerous weapon
Spit fire with flame intestines from lighters and kegs ingested
Messiah domains infested of virus and plague infections
Taint it's essence, take away ya favorite testament
Then take a breath in it, setting flame to the page's lettering
The storm is brewing, too elusive for weather rhetoric
Severing heads of devils and my throat is oozing foaming fluids
No disputing I'm sicker than affliction that Moses threw at
Egypt, have 'em screaming Jesus with the bones protruding
Closing in over victims tearing holes in 'em bigger than solar systems
Listen to prayer but not a soul assist 'em
This is for those that overlooked us and foes that doubt us
You'll be watching when the throne is ours..
Ha
A psychic's cry on Greek Mythology
Sharp sword katana tongue; son of a sword; rummage accord; Djinn and Mystic of the Mystic Bible Belt
All I hear with my six sense is 'I need help' Sirens tell of hell; I'm a Siren with assuring kindness
My burning iris burns the fire of the sun; I am hell's flame; compel vain
I'm a demon prince; I render hell's reign; in Hell; Angels are Hell's pray
Excel chains at horsemen and cherubs; slice you with a sword; then my maws will tear up
'Iccubus' was a Angel named Icarus's rare come; I sliced with a sword with no remorse
Daedelus made his way to the devil's whereabouts; the fires of Egypt blared the mouse
I am Demon; a sharp sword aired the proud; and with a Asherah Pole; cut down anyone who dare arouse
I'm a psychic with a pair of vows; Noah's ark; approached by a Griffin; the ocean choked him submissive
Hades provoked him a mistress; the devil saw him delicious; made him gluttonous punishment
Demons are fucking a succubus; sucking a hundred winds; lunge from the hugs of kids
Aphrodite and her sisters were fucking wet; at night had sex with her till' the sun was set
A psychic I punish breaths; under the sunset I give them a hellish death; killed their death
Saw Medusa's and her Gorgons with my own two eyes; fulfilled their death; killed their breaths
For the serpent of Eden; ate every snake atop of Medusa's head; she learned she was sinful through her death
Cerberus grew some heads; as his morality was rendered obsolete; for it's ribcage; I caught it's seethe
Punish hunger pains of Vikings; 666 devils with pitchforks; tortured and scorched them with hell's flame
To Zeus's sons; and their felt vain; I murdered Hercules and Ares with hell's flame
I look Zeus straight in the eyes; shed tears of joy; making him cry; the sight of this is sickening
Your people's pride's wickedness; you will burn in hell for eternity; as I murder the Second Icarus