Cuts by dj Excalibur
raw rap kosmopolitanz asc
Lyrics
My linguistics are sickening..your listening?
then you know my flow immobilizes you instantly..
..the sickest being, tongue split like a Licker
..muscles tripled..once i sipped the elixer
..your missing organs, i leave them in storage
..i need to feed to keep up my endurance
..this evil breeds on creeds, ya see me pourin
..what you bleed and meat to feed our orphins
..my mandibles mechanicle in true form..
and my hate replaced my head.. with two horns
who was born... in the darkest ages..
and trained for days.. in a guideless maze with
the sages, they hear..the sound of the drum
and see a carcass' i internally spawned from
I'm one with my son, much unlike others
and Father...survive death so you suffer
I'm the darkest gothic author, I'm the cause of all disorder,
tossed a hoard of false martyrs out the borders of nirvana.
born in Sparta, lord of drama, 4rth inception of siddarta,
walked the marshes of immortals and fought king Arthur for his armor,
my pain is deep and there will be no catharsis
till your soulless form is a broken carcass,
my ghost was invoked by a potent magus,
to choke all the throats of the roman cardinals,
ascetic is a lord that was born with horns,
spawned to war with the force of god,
I brought forth horrors unimaginable,
kidnapped the virgin Mary and stuck my sword in her vaginal,
im magical, intangibly tyrranical more ravenous for flesh
than a pack of angry cannibals, my wrath will mangle mandibles,
my mantras are satanical got an array of slaves in my a caverns chained and manacled
If you explore the doors in horrorcore
you will see my face appear, from the walls to the floor
the fallen have swore, they have swallowed their swords
once they heard of my name and ensamble of lords
..my horde of vampiric bloodthristed fiends
has decided dwell in the deepest ravine
..waiting for the sound of last drum to shatter
and they know the battles over once they hear my laughter
Matter is shattered by cataclysms,
rhythmical paroxysms and schisms,
splitting atoms with wisdom I grafted From the inscriptions,
the aridest pastures are moistened by the vaginal fluids of Isis,
using intuitive mind tricks to exhume the tomb of Midas,
infusing lightning chanting mantic tunes written in the runes of vikings,
a fuckin vampire, the light is a virus consuming my iris