SLOTH:
This Russian roulette'll cause pistol-death-to-my-brains
As I whistle-a-breath-of-pain with Chrystal-Meth-in-my-viens
Now I'm soundin'-ebonic, as I smoke a pound-of-chronic
Downin'-tonic like a COMET and drownin'-in-my-vomit
I wanna take theses razor BLADES and graze-'em-in-my-wrists
The HAZE is raising-and-I'm-pissed, cuz I don't even know what day-this-is
Shit, I haven't moved for DAYS-ON-ENDS, I made-amends with hardships
I let the cards-slip through the garbages, with clips for marksmenships
And target practices, I sit back and relax to concentrrate
And contemplate on how to release this monster-hate when I'm in conscious-state
WRATH:
Voices-and-visions, making CHOICES-AND-DECISIONS, I have no-controll
I try to slow-my-roll and go-with-the-flow, but I sold-my-soul
And it's tearing-me-apart and scaring-my-heart into Cardiac
Starting-to-crack like it was PART-OF-THE-ACT to cause a heart-attack
Now it's eating at-my-brains, and feeding-off-my-pains
'Till I'm going completely-insaine, and bleeding-from-my-viens
It's like-the-WRATH of a psycho-path buildin'-inside
Like all the children-died as my will-decides to SLIDE to my killin'-side
And all the tensions turn to vengance, as my engines replenish
And every breath of this expensive meth extends my Death Sentance
PRIDE:
I am the Body and the Blood of the Ressurection
Keep second-guessin' who's BEST and get your chest pressed-into-disection
As infectious-injections spread like the love-for-our-land
With one shove-of-my-hand I STAND to rise above-man
Controllin'-your-soul, through the hole-in-your-skull-fracture
As plans unfold-in-my-rapture, AFTER gold was sold-to-the-manufacture
In exchange for interchangable clips, designed-to-kill-the-bleeder
To shoot his spine-and-spill-a-liter, with my .9-millameter
I am am Christ-on-the-throne, I sliced-through-the-bone and the cartiladge
The art of a Martyr, startin' shit and spitting cartridges
ENVY:
And I have followed in the footsteps of the leaders-before-me
As I read-the-gory stories of how they succeeded-in-glory
Envious of Hitler's accomplishments in love-and-war
When Kykes asked, "What are you shovin'-for?" He closed the oven-door
He made 'em FACE-THE-THRONE, WASTED-THIER-BONES, and shedded-skin
To jettison, and make SPACE, to give 'em a TASTE-OF-THIER-OWN medicine
Attacking the Blacks, to try and kill every Brother-man
When they made another-stand in the AFRICAN Mother-Land
With all his GERMANS DETERMINED to build an Aryian-Race
With blue eyes starin'-in-place of the American-face
LUST:
I gander-from-afar, of her standin'-by-her-car
On her hand-I-see-a-scar, as she handles a handle-bar
I see she locks-it-on-the-wheel, then she walks-in-her-heels
She stops and talks-a-deal, as I conceal what my thoughts-reveal
While this FEELING-OF-LUST is stealing-my-trust, and tempting-me
'Till my temperature's exempt with thoughts I never dreampt of attempting
And my bag of hemp-is-empty, like the way I feel-inside
Revealing-pride that I shall STEAL when she is kneeling-by-my-side
GREED:
If I make-up-my-mind, I can leave my mistakes-behind
And for her sake-I'll-be-kind, TAKE-MY-TIME, and make-her-mine
But my decisions-turn-to-bluff, as my visions-become-ruff
I know earning-love-is-tuff, but it just isin't-enough
Unwinding-signs-of-obsessions, my mind-shall-find-in-my-presence
Climbing-sessions, but SIMON-SAYS that time-is-of-the-essence
And I know-in-my-heart that we got off to a slow-start
But if we're not TOGETHER forever, I know I'll blow-apart
Feeling crushed like Owen-Heart, when he fell-to-his-death
Untill I'm yellin'-out-my-breath and LEFT in HELL for sellin'-meth
It's like I was standin'-in-a-boat and WOUND up drownin'-in-a-moat
I couldn't FLOAT, then I awoke and FOUND my hands-around-her-throat
GLUTTONY
That shit was cuttin'-me-up, I felt the GLUTTONY-erupt within' me
It was a sin-to-see my Infantry march slowly-into-infinity
THE HOLY-TRINITY: Hitler, Satan and I
She was-waitin'-to-die, after seeing the hate-in-my-eye
And if you guessed-this'd-be-gory, here's the rest-of-the-srory, listen.
I gouged my thumbs and tried to twist-'em into her RESPIRATORY-SYSTEM
She nearly-dies untill I see TEARS when she tries-to-scream
And I can still HEAR her FEARS, and her cries-in-my-dream
I Can't Stand it!!! My MISTAKES could have me banned from the Planet
And TAKEN to Hell with even Breakin'-Commandments
And if you DIE-BY-THE-SWORD, then Heaven-already-wins
Cuz in the EYE-OF-THE-LORD, these are the 7-Deadly-Sins
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