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insane poetry - devil in my pen lyrics

[intro: insane poetry]
yeah!

[verse 1: insane poetry]
i wrote the gospels of darkness inside the shadows of a dark room
painted red where my violent art blooms
gruesomely beautiful scriptures manically dried and angrily desolate spirits that just came to me
they spoke the sermon of serpents serving a darker purpose
they struck the fire that’s hot enough to engulf your churches
with h+llfire inspired right from my author’s verses
circle saw i saw ‘еm perfect
precisе how i carve a person (woo)
baphomet devil h+rns is how i mark a virgin
possessed by a pen evil ascends from out the ink
it’s lucifer’s literature the signature of the blackest soul
that’s livin’ within my pen, your death is written in my skin (woo, uhh!)

[chorus: insane poetry]
i got the devil in my pen (in my pen)
so let the madness begin (aw)
i got the devil in my pen (in my pen)
so let the madness begin (yeah, woo)
i got the devil in my pen (in my pen)
so let the madness begin (aw)
i got the devil in my pen (in my pen)
so let the madness begin (woo)
[verse 2: smallz one]
“thou shall speak no evil”, that’s what they said to us (said to us)
but i don’t speak it, i write it then it translates to blood
then it comes pouring out my flesh when i carve it in
so what you hear is me describing all my darkest sins (woo)
holy spirits diminish inside the flames of hate
they’re banished from my presence, the power of evil is too great
the way i slay is impeccable with my demon sword
i raise it up, lay it down, that’s how all of these faces store
faith restored in satan my soul is free again
a heathen with a point to prove all alone with a bleeding pen
with every word i write an angel gets his wings clipped
and i trash ’em in a pile with their seams ripped (woo)

[verse 3: damien quinn]
i am cult sh+t like jim jones, who gonna dispute that?
i’ll aim that and shoot that, just to f+cking prove that
here in the midwest we paint it black and wake the dead
i don’t need no f+ckin’ pen, the devil’s rapping in my head (woo)
should i pump him full of lead? should i pump him full of lead?
or should i take a razor and cut him instead? (hahaha)
you really don’t want the smoke with me
what’s the meat in this recipe?
your family’s chopped up with celery and now satan is telling me
my work is not done, grab a gun like son of sam
speak of insane poetry you worship andrew holiman
your negative energy has me ready to grab a machete
paint my face like icp, then make dead bodies talk to me (woo, talk to me)
[chorus: insane poetry]
i got the devil in my pen (in my pen)
so let the madness begin (aw)
i got the devil in my pen (in my pen)
so let the madness begin (yeah, woo)
i got the devil in my pen (in my pen)
so let the madness begin (aw)
i got the devil in my pen (in my pen)
so let the madness begin

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