Blacker than night my soul is owned by the devil, it is not even mine
Wicked n sick intricate when im twistin ur spine just to get into ur mind.
Hello
At second glance my next advance twice as fine.
Bet that ass on the line, quest gettin in to those pants seductive rhymes.
Goal oriented, i set my sights high,
Shoot the moon
Refuse to lose
Dysfunctional style
Disgusting and vile
Merciless doom
Product of the insane asylum
Phylum of the dark arts
Genus, demeaning demoralized
Demon from deep within the heart
Labyrinth of scars
Malignant melancholy
Monopoly murderess monstrosity
Manipulated n maimed
Tortured twisted defiled and plagued
Razor sharp
pungent odors
Rotten flesh, from post mortem donors.
Mourner of none
Sacrilegious
Cold, Winter solstice
My fingertips
Weathered n Corroded
My kingdom of crypts
No warmth so cold
To Enter my world
I Collect the souls
That u will part with
Cover charge begin your descent thru darkness
Severed from hearts carcass
I reap and conquer
Eat morals and conjure
Soiled in the folds of hell
Grant no death but agony and relentless turmoil.
Restless cries pleading to die no avail
my satisfaction,
crucified minds eternal demise where i reside
my home in the hellfires where i dwell.
Tedious, treacherous and relatively slow.
Fluctuation mind state psychological highs and lows.
Schizophrenic tendencies, off balance in my tracks.
Tired and tortured, stress creatin pressure crackz.
Solitude with solidity comes clarity
Inevitable, variables collide i cant fight insanity.
Calamity calms me chaos is peace in my mind.
3 sheets to the wind, so sin is only a matter of time.
Struggle to keep a grip, u dont wanna see me lose control.
Trouble brews hustle is all i know.
Darkness in my eyes heartless no soul.
Motivated by crime an art when i let go.
Watch out
No exceptions to those who chose to live the life destined. Don't question the hands of fate, simply relate take what blessings your giving. Whether blatant or hidden. Live within those means or its good riddance. Convicted to eternal prison in an instant. Linda listen. Profuse and loud recluse here and now I'm not like most whom fear weighs them down. Sounds of the gods, prophets of the cause. Eternal glory is indignation so worry not of death but the government facaded.
About the Creator
Mac Ratchit
Musician/artist/audio engineer/technician.
True Grime Family, Mac Beatz LLC.
http://store.cdbaby.com/cd/truegrimefamily
Forever #Filthy. ARIZONA hiphop/rap artist.
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