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I'm nocturnal; I'm asleep in a dark cathedral; with the sharpest needle
I have the heart of easels; my harp is evil in a dark cathedral
I've seen razor blades spit from the mouth of bats and serpents
I'm the purpose of a serpent in the serpents worthless
I've seen death splashes with demi-gods and saints
Death baths with demi-gods and saints; vampires and devils
I am on another level with the devil
I'm a dark magician; I turned a rock to a pebble..
I'm the devil's nectar; the serpents mouth siss
I'm the dog pilot that's a pacifist...
Sinning is a robot, I’m now convinced
Rapbot 3.0 equipped with all the shits
Posts, votes, raps, no flaws exist
Except comprehension is off the list
I hot wired Reef's Lex, jolt your organic circuitry.
The harbinger of death spawned by Sinning's Satanic worshipping.
You really gonna jack my car, son? That my car; Carson..
I got my light ship, so technically my cars a car sun, son/
Remix that shit, my car sons a motor mouth like Carson.
I’ll take YOUR car Carson, so even my cars son son Carson:
You dont want to mix it up to get with me.
I'm combining different elements to develop this like its chemistry
I hit the right angles to give you L's, our lines dont have any symmetry.
I mentioned the whip, you lashed out, namely I'm ending son, are you kidding me?
I'm after the belt and these bars are waste
Still it's in the bag like I'm throwing garbage away
Dont need a welcome mat or door you aim for bull like target, player
I'm here to tell them cats this board I scrape and pull with claws like razors.
I'm the demonic plague under the gumption of needles
Succulent steeple; the sun of a eagle from the sun's of the evil
I am the maker of heaven, the maker of light; the shining sun
I am the onyx alabaster stone sentiment with sharp rhetoric
Demon doctrine in the eyes of the lord; devour a storm
I am the lord of light; the maker of heaven and plight..
Words arranged to curse the name.
Like numbered days, let's turn the page.
Your story ends where my begins,
a rough display of verbal rage.
Sin’s writtens retarded + he’s a weirdo so with girls he can’t make it
If a girl Miss Sin it’s cos he kidnapped & thrown her in the basement
I carry a big stick like Sun Wukong/
My Kung fu strong/
I punch through gongs/
Been on a demon hunt to long/
You’re just a light bringer/
A right winger/
But I’m nothing nice either/
I’ll leave you twice Ethered/
I know a scythe bringer/
the ninth leader/
you’re the morning star/
A Jim Carey with boring bars/
It’s always been you I’m fighting/
Cast out of heaven, Bruce almighty/
the revelation of the end for/
Copy that, 10-4/
And another sent forth/
Ye I return with a double edged sword/
Remix that
Big stick like Sun Wukong/
My Kung fu strong/
Re, you bang?
Either that or punch through gongs/
Ruyi Jīngū Bàng/
We don’t need you, thanks/
I am heavens equal, I’m silver/
Took a piss on the five pillars/
That’s the Palm of Buddha/
Don’t need to call the shootah/
I’ll remove ya../
I’m the richest man, mansa musa/
I'm with reef's bitch under pretense
Got her coming more times than his remix.
I make her see the light and see the sin in him.
Find out sinning had a double life, sinning Him, like a synonym.
Remix that shit
I serenade skin and bones chick at home with sinnin hymns
Carried away. When skin ain't home his chick I bone, then give to sin
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Bay.. bee.. FOX! Doot,doot,d-doot,d-doot
How's he talk? Dude due, do, doo, doodoo.
Yeah... Got enough corn for a ton of you bastards
I catch you with your pants down and force you to run through it backwards