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[Hook]
Piles of guts all stacked in the street
Motherfuckers are moving to the murderous beat
(I see) human skin all torn at the seems
Shit’s fucking worse than all your wildest dreams

[Verse 1]
Label me as a villain with such a hateful love for grave filling
From cradle to fatal your blood remains spilling
Floating around like a phantom, hold you for ransom
Stabbed in the abdomen and then slashed with adamantium
Snatch the platinum from all these wack ass circus acts
Haphazard and spastic, get blacked out and dragged back
Cracked like smahed glass from crashed Mack trucks
Niggas act up until casualties get stacked up
Back up, I do this naturally but I don’t act tough
Practice alchemy with adjectives in a sentence
A menace, I don’t have a desire for repentance
Conspire against niggas that wanna try and condemn it
Never conscientious when I start thinking horrendous
Create senseless violence inside a world demented
It’ll be frightening when your helpless without the forensics
Making sure your and your friends will never get mentioned

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Graphic acts with bastards who laugh at tragic broadcasts
Grabbing niggas til they gasp on last breath and pass
Restrained victims all tied up with strings
These are few of my favorite things
When I sing I think about the horrible things that I would do that would make a coroner need a shrink
A death explorer, I got a mind full of horror that’s gonna even the score then increase it when they see the gore
I dream about stealing vehicles when I sleep
And killing thirteen people after I speed through the streets
No Evil Knievel, I reach between the seats for needles
Before I get really medieval with meat cleavers
The fucking sequel to both Freddy and Jason
Coming through your speakers like you’re shoved inside an Iron Maiden
An invasion of black ravens and hell raising
Got niggas racing for safe places to stay stationed

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I’m a mixture of Marcellus and Christopher Wallace
I got a conscience of whispers that tells us to demolish
I take solace in causing all of you to be cautious
My own accomplice and these thoughts are always constant
Fuck Jekyll and Hyde I’m just a regular guy
With a minor desire for wringing your neck til you die
Expressing a side forever embedded in mind
I got a repressed fetish for threatening lives
The only influence I’m under is red fluid
Sever your legs to make all of your veins spew it
Life was mundane before I had my brain loosened
You wanna join the inhumane? I’ll make an inclusion
My final solution is spinal contusions
Survival may require a couple of wire transfusions
I keep vials on the side in profusion
And have em supplied for worldwide distribution

[Hook x2]

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from The Seven Levels of Happiness, released November 6, 2020

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