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bedlam (horrorcore) - blood red lyrics

(madness)
the candles are lit once again in the shape of a pentagram
i’m drainin the crys, the souls lost, and can’t d-mn
the evil, the wicked, the madness will make me understand
the end of technology, god and civilization
the cloning of demons as my blood pours on the ouija board
no heaven, no h-ll, no god, no lord
will this baby abort as the red rain pours
manufactured emptiness by h–rdes with unhealing swords
now youre taking the h-ll ride busting down h-lls doors
the bodies bust up from below rippin up my floors
in the end for me, i see insanity
but i’m free of religion, laws and society
spontaneous combustion condensing conduction m-ss communication
feel the amplitude of b-ss pump through your speakers operation
step into my f-ckin brain, demons drinkin, suck and drain
my life will never be the same yall posers need to leave the game

i hear some things in my head, i see the streams are blood red
i speak the words of the dead, condem this life that i’ve lead
i’ve seen the bible written, i see our styles been bitten
i see your rhymes rewritten, suicide is by decision

(prozak)
apocolyptic when i’m kickin flows wicked self inflected
9mm to my brain in the rain, realize that my life is a blood stain
everybody gotta die, everybody dead… flashbacks of life on my death bed
thou shall not k!ll thats what the bible says, do as thou will thats, what the devil says
goin insane, everyday the same thing, screamin “f-ck pain!” much pain in the rap game
k!ll a minute gain a minute, sloppy seconds, already been up in it
prozak, devils mack, devils own
quit bitin my flow, go and get your own
always in the zone like the underground flown
keep talkin sh-t get your mother f-ckin head blown
off, k!ll your -ss at all costs
homicidal whack emcees like the holocaust
my blood, k!ll me and my boss
mine enemies gonna learn about loss
in this game, never trust no one
live my the raps, die by the guns
h-ll defied and it’s just begun
bedlamites rize and the rising sun
insane since birth, child abuse
paid mad time, paid mad dues
got nothing to lose much to gain
f-ck the fame enemies engulfed in flames
its all the same when the wicked sh-t blows your brains
hear the click from the glock now you can’t maintain
now you dead and gone cuz you a punk -ss b-tch
tryin to talk sh-t with your whack -ss kid

- bedlam horrorcore lyrics

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