[Intro Undertaker] Tonight, I speak of prophecy And what I will shall be done The sacrifices are not over The next sacrificial lamb will be led... to slaughter [Verse 1 Virtuoso] Im omnipotent. You claim to win battles so when the beat starts Ill punch the tree bark and pass the chainsaw to a leafs heart Severian the Animal Im doing dirt like earthworms Im sick and original, boy I gave birth to the first germs I spit the acetate to make your lips evaporate The Master Ape bare hands will decapitate and bash your face Pass the eighth sack of shake twist it and blast my tape Put Cambridge on the castle gate Havent come across a substance yet I couldnt lacerate Virtuoso, the unidentified flying object To make your space shuttle from NASA late So while you crooks look for a hook Im sayin pass the bait Telling 7L to scratch a plate In a duel for respect Ill slap your face Ask to make my specs and Ima tackle ya Youre a neck and Im Dracula Have sex in the back of a black Lex or an Acura Laugh with the, Jedi Mind Tricks We rhyme sick and side bricks for dime chicks Ill strangle you, use my same hands to give you the Heimlich So you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips [Verse 2 Jus Allah] Jus Allah prays on the minds of the young Silencing the devil that speaks with forked tongue Taste my blades sharpness, rank you no class like Marxists The heartless, rise out of darkness Im the last head you should ever try to fuck with Be the next member in the cast of my snuff flick Rough shit, dont even attempt sleeping At war with the demons that live in infernal regions Spawned from eternal semen, bred flesh predators Wings of the arm on your heels like Pegasus Grabbing your leg, so you live with the Heavenless Drop deaths prejudice and follow me to Exodus [Verse 3 Ikon the Hologram] We ravenous, exhume the tomb of Lazarus You blasphemous, we bring war to pacifists Tarantulas, burn flesh like a nine Glock Your mind stops from nine of my divine shots Pine box is fine for a killer to run Swing from vines and ride like Atilla The Hun Bring the gun, your tongue is what Im slicing We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison Elohim, fuck the pagans we mock them And take turns to burn religious doctrines Concoctions of pain hits from eight angles Locked in the brain to lacerate angels [Verse 4 Esoteric] Yo, I rip mics, stick lames Wreck nights, spit flames Lead pipes, split frames Kid aint shit changed Act trife I grab the mic and bag your wife Sacrifice you twice Motherfuck an after life Decimate your paradise Burn tracks like thermostats My personal attacks snap back to murder cats I might advise, you type of guys should revitalize Your man power, I sabotage like fireflies With a dope rhyme Take control of your soul Rap a potent flow over foes Hope you dont catch a broken nose Opponents go to shows Now they know their roles, theyre hoes that fold my clothes I bark at these, mark emcees, park and freeze My words part the seas Kill beats like heart disease Man, please You could never fuck with the Esopterodactyl My rap skills will thrash you Motherfucker [Outro Undertaker] So until we meet again...accept the lord of darkness as your savior. Allow to the purity of evil to guide you
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