A scalpel or incision will leave me with an evil vision
Torn from religion, anthropomorphic beast of nihilism
Kissing the devil's daughter
My raps are food for fodder and sauder
To grow the model of society run by hate and broken bottles
I don't coddle your misconceptions
Your life has no direction
Except a knife splitting your intestines
Internal infections lead me to beckon
My hate is not strong enough
I'll cut you in sections, leave you in pieces
My hatred denies Jesus
At the end of the day, your conception of reality should be aborted like a fetus
Death meets you with open eyes
Defeat you, beat you, and watch you cry
Contemplating suicide
The hatred of mind is something not easy to find