cataclysm; massive victims

[Just Write]

Just Write..
you think that you nice?, step up and fight in the cage
i'm lible to end your life tonight, with a nine or a gauge
get a knife to the face for those acceptant of gore
nah, fuck it.. i'd rather choke you to death wit an electrical cord
closet's full of picks, axes, a sledge hammer and swords
a shovel to spread remains underneath the depths of my floor
step into madness and dance with the lords..
of gore, passion, fillin caskets.. linin bodies in rows
ungodly, swingin hachets to disembody our foes
people abandon all hope as i drag their souls through hades
then lose all control and smash the skulls of babies
a pupil of satan, carvin a petagram into wood in my basement
reciting incantations, spewin your usual hatred feuled statements
no patient for bitches, laughed as i stood at the tip of the abyss
...thinkin how bodies look better when woodchippered to bits
fuck the usual script, here's the part where everyone dies
and i pass it to genocide and watch him put'cha head on a spike.

Geno..
The edge of a knife cuts better when its dull as a fuck
it don't carve as nice, but the body parts fall off into chunks
Sausages, chum, and your nothing but fish food to the sharks
Or spray your remains on the wall, caligraphy's a hooligans art
The pit of me is ghoulish and dark, the very root of me's gone
I try to read my rap sheet, but there's way too many songs
Your talking to a man who can evolve, from hard times to worse
I carry the knowledge with me that the hard times unearthed
Crosseyed, reversed, looking at shit cocked and screwed
Out of the box, its how I make hard shit seem less impossible
Just break an old man down into fossil fuel, no stab at nik-a
Ill scrape your fuckin flesh off, pull the giant scab nd lick it
Wicked, pullover with picket signs screaming fuck the world
Kick shit in my timberlands, but save enough to hurl
Punchin the pearly gates when they lock me the fuck out
Hurtin my hands, damn, nothing left to do but get drunk now