Chyeahhh vs Cashius (non-title Snf match) - VOID

[Chyeahhh!!!]

it's the Lord of ghist reporting from his fortress drenched in fog in mist
where concrete gargoyles sit guarding a drawstring bridge
corkscrew stairs descend where my office is, the walls lined with torches lit
the corridors rich with a coffin stench, accented with a horrors pitch of an organ rift
piled high in the farthest corner where the faucet drips, are assorted limbs that are torn and ripped
legs feet arms and wrists rigormortis stiff,
been 3 scores of 6 since I saw one twitch, couldn't tell you where the torso is!
catch my drift and get nautious quick, the sickest shit contorted since
they administered aids spores to chimps, or when Dahlmer first gave a boy a lift
shit,kid,I've lost it, I swear to god I've lost it kid
even more so it's a morbid sense of what I think abortion is
make your soul snail crawl through shit when I give my pale horse a kick
even your dog's a vic, I'll fuckin' walk it up the farthest cliff then toss a stick
take one of the olsen twins and make a porno flick
and get knee deep in her oraphis till it explodes with my endorphin jizz
here's some food for thought, your brain is the main course of this
I'll split your wig every which way..then stick a fork in it
then wake up yawning under an awning with a morning stiff that would make a devout horny morman twitch
lucid metaphors mixed with future metamorphasis
when an audience'll take my head and adorn it with a crown of thorns that prick the same place where a set of horns will sit
jesus christ...I should be nailed to a cross for this
have mary record the shit, play it on my dvr, then fast forward it
quick shot to those who have a bone to pick
I'll make it my mission in life to fuck your girl, then abort the bitch
here's a word of caution prick, you don't want no parts of this
I'm hands on, and you've got your work cut out for you like a lazy autoptionist
punch a space in time and beat the clock, I'm the cause of rifts
time travel and son you before that hunchback gave your whore of a mom the dick
there's beef waitin' at the end of each and every line that lures you in
that last bar's a manuere sales pitch, cause no one caught the shit
check the dictionary and you'll find my portrait next to the word awesome, and
poraclin, cuz I'm the shit, it's unfortunate, I'll bomb whatever fort you in
wonder naked into the gaza, strip down to my draws with my balls in grip
wait till eyes arch a bit and ball my fist, that's what awestruck is
the orphan which all the tourist were warned against
it's all a Twist, the alternate ending of that story is I pissed in the pourage dish
here's a courage quiz, check any one of my food storage bins
and the expiration date will correspond with the time your funeral begins
a god amongst men that walks with a walking stick made of cartilage coarsed tips
and I'm hardly har harring unless I stuttered while harvesting your organs