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insane poetry - book of the dead lyrics

[intro]
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[verse 1: insane poetry]
i’m untouchable with violent vernacular, got you stuck in a web
of a spider tarantula, i’m a violent ambassador of the dark arts
my writing’s a massacre like sharp darts with poisonous tips strikin’ the back of your neck
with the rage of a shark’s heart, i finally mastered my inner animal
i’m hot, the sk!llet’s flammable, ancient relic came to tell it, spit it in sanskrit
with a vision i transmit, the sickness is rancid
deliver the madness wrapped in cd packaging
in and out the lanes like the pd’s after me
believe me’s traffickin’ evil disguised in audio
black market target your hood in every barrio
my body glow, my horror is orange, my deadly h+rnets will swarm
my wicked deadly as this horror was born
right out of dante’s inferno, sacrifice the virgin priestess
i’m cycoangelo, pontius pilate, i murdered jesus

[chorus: insane poetry]
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witness sickness written within the book of the dead
i came to bring you the book of the dead (the book of the dead)
witness sickness written within the book of the dead
i came to bring you the book of the dead (the book of the dead)
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[verse 2: dark lyricist]
make a single syllable from its many volumes
and open a violent vortex, now we all doomed
blood moons colliding with dark energy
feel the sting of a scorpion with the poison of a centipede
enveloping your everything until you’re finally deceased
unless someone decides to wake you up from your unholy sleep
h+llish beast of the streets wearin’ masks of human meat
corrupting your sanity with every word that you breathe
just to hold it is torturous, the abortion of a sorceress
that set fire to a haunted orphanage
so horrific, flesh+eating bacteria infest chapter 6
making you forget being a pacifist and slash your own f+ckin’ wrist
and that’s not the half of it, taking an acid bath with elizabeth báthory
cut in half between her ass and tits after this accident
so immaculate, you’re suffering fantastic
the book of the dead, we back from it like lazarus

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