this is a horror story,tormented even more when the gores pouring,swords to spinal chords and my vinyls even more supporting,of the fact that the bodycounts left posessed in my wake,build nests and infest the fake with a sespull of stress comin off my chest enough heat it deflates,despite the fact that im jabbin at your life with a knife attack,i rewind it back
smoke a ounce of that,stab you an bounce back with da story on a soundtrack
