put the lotion in the basket |
Death head moth gets tossed down your throat Blood is my broth as my flow I devote To the darkness that spawned this A spook come to haunt this Blood reigning Self sustaining No way you can stop this Every line that I wrote In your mind as you choke So easily I spell your doom by remote Mix the chemical in your blood And my fist in your mug Reality fades to night shades As your consumed by the drug Measure the accupressure As the vertabrae snaps Your torment I treasure Misfire synapse Cerebral cortex Becomes a vortex The pathology is so complex Ignore the hidden context Neurotoxin leaves a stain Forever tethered to the pain Agression obsession and raw hostility All seem to be my only source of tranquility So quit fucking with my chi flow or I'll unleash my ability To smash you and bash you To buckwheat and trash you Eat you brain cover your remains With lime and then stash you Where no one can find you With this spell I bind you All alone In the dark In the basement I grind you I can taste your fear As I approach from the rear Your last hour draws near And the song that you hear Is your funeral march So beware the dark arts When you crawl and you creep Be a wolf or a sheep It's your choice Heed my voice Or you'll sow what you reap |