Из альбома: State of Lunacy
I'm an angel I kill first borns while their mamas watch I turn cities into salt I even, when I feel like it, rip the souls from little girls and from now till kingdom come the only thing you can count on in your existince is never understanding why
Thief in the night fangs in your jugular
Bleeding you dry I live in a glass house
Throwing Meteorites
Appeased the gods in a previous life
And I slice the throat of Sweeney Todd
For get my piece of the pie
I'm the angel of death
Outpacing olympic swimmers
Wit the titanics anchors chained to my legs
All without breaking a sweat
From the underground
And I'm craving the taste of your flesh
Like the day of the dead
Here for gaining respect
Enforce the laws of gravity
And draw the sword of Democles
To the nape of your neck
Communist Marxist
Sharpshooter locked on my target
I was breast feed cancer and bottles of Arsenic
Blind swordsman wandering darkness
I'll drop the queen's severed head in the offering basket
I'm eating outta coffins and caskets
And everyone in my field of vision
Just crops to the harvest
I'm a hell-born Seraphim
Four faces with torned feather wings
Spawning forth the four Nephilim
Burying peace pipes
Diggin up the hatchet
Deepthroat my dick till it singes in your stomach acid
We unattractive ferocious creatures
I got master degree burns
After a heatstroke of genius
Rush the doors from dusk till dawn
My entrourage plot on top of Scotland yard
Cause we above the law
Withstand the force of a juggernaut
We're the receipe for disaster
And the beats cooking up a storm
All powerful being during hours of sleeping
I levitate between the ground and the ceiling
Advance lifeform found in my semen
Haven't started to rap yet this is
Just the sound of my breathing
A mental plane like Eynola Gay
I'm slashing open throats of backstabbers
Wit my shoulder blade
Step off the planet it would float away
Tormented by growing pains
Of my ever evolving brain
I sever ties wit heaven skies
And wage wars that makes Armaggedon
Resemble a training exercise
Third eye blessed with second sight
A centerbite I've survived the new mexico desert testing sites
If I do start to smoke weed I'll take two tokes
And won't breathe after a whole week and OD
Battling me you wont get cold feet
The meer thought of facing Possessed
Will freeze the fluid in both knees
Product of a Warlock and a Witch knock you for six
Piledrive you down a bottomless pit
Push my luck over the top of a cliff
I don't bite the hand that feeds me
I chew it off at the wrist
I forge a sword from a thundabolt
And I'll rub in salt into bullet wounds
Just to the make the slug disolve