Ogami (feat. Lokust Luciano)

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Nine Fingers

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Welcome everyone to todays music therapy session for angry songwriters
Let's get it started
We have two new visitors here today
NineFingers and Lokust Luciano
Welcome
I think it would be best if we get the introductions out of the way
So NineFingers why don't you go first and tell us a little bit about yourself
My name is Grief, Drunk, wandering the streets
Breaking bottles, passing out on the boulevard of broken dreams
When you fall in love with madness thats called having a muse
When you fall in love with sadness thats a muse times two
When you fall in love with death that's a muse cubed
You're all consumed
You're on some Thanos level bullshit
Load that flask and slam that bulleit
My name is
I forget but there's a bindle on my back 
Weighed down by these ravens who are clawing at my neck
Thought and Memory
Flying every day over all the world
I worry for Thought that he might never return
But I worry more for Memory
Cause when she's here with me it is guaranteed
We'll get fucked up, riled up, and it's too much
My skins nearly bursting, my whole world is burning
The world keeps turning  
My world is burning
And your world keeps turning and turning and turning
So my name is Anger
There's blood covering these hands
And I don't know whose it is, if it's mine or another mans
Meifumadō is the only road I travel on
F*ck the Yagyū, f*ck the mirror, I'll battle everyone 
I'm soaked in Sakki and I'm filled up to my edges
All my molecules pulled equally in opposite directions
Pressure
Adhesive forces warp my sense of self, it's all distorted
I keep a pen on hand to make sure that it's all recorded
Sing
They want me to sing
They want me to close my eyes and sing that pain loud
Cut my throat and let it all out
Now my name is Leprosy
I've lost the ability to recognize my pain
My sensory receptors disconnected from my brain
I sliced my finger off and felt nothing,
So I changed my name
Now my name is Spirit Speaker, Missing Finger, Bloody Nine, The King of Killers
Fought ten battles, won them all, but each one left a larger scar
There's cracks appearing in my walls, Nine Fingers forming into claws
I'm through the breach, I've gone too far
There's no bridge back, I burned them all!
Reckless
I've lost every instinct for self preservation
Blindly crossing streets like Holden 
Eyes shut seeking out damnation
Filled with visions of you falling, bloodstained sweater on your body
I'm no longer sure who's falling, you or me, the pavements calling
Sing
They want me to sing
They want me to close my eyes and sing that pain loud
Cut my throat and let it all out
Sing
They want me to sing
They want me to close my eyes and sing
Sing
They want me to sing
They want me to close my eyes and sing that pain loud
Cut my throat and let it all out
Man f*ck ya'll
My name is Blasphemy
Actually I have apathy
I'll bitch slap you so rapidly my fucking hand will atrophy
My hellish rhapsody is the cause of all this malady
In my wake I leave tragedy, it's my sinister strategy
Savage, I ain't Macho Man, take a dollar, make a grand
Cocaine like a grain of sand is salt depending on where you stand
Roam the land of contraband, hello I'm the Son of Sam
I've come to take you in my van and cook you in my frying pan
Cannibalistic nitwit, not a dimbo but a dimwit
My rage is like a dick pic, you don't want it but I'm gonna send it
Slap a fucking nun while I'm voting for Donald Trump
Just to piss my followers off cause I couldn't give a f*ck
Teach the kids to do drugs and shoot at people for fun
They're seeking them a role model, I certainly isn't one
But I flew over the cuckoos nest with a bulletproof vest
To prove my unrest, unholy and I'm still blessed, Haha
I'm holy get it, ha ha, probably not
I'm screaming f*ck the cops blue lives splatter just like dots
You think I'd know to stop, pussy girl, you a cock
Well you can borrow mine until your testes drop
I'm probably the antichrist cause I ain't living right
I had a threesome with Michelle Obama and Condoleeza Rice
They both gave me head and said I tasted like Sprite
After I nutted I kicked them out they couldn't stay the night
I'm like a 45 caliber sword swinging excalibur
I leave a wound annular and I'll massacre your calendar
So shoutout to the medical examiner
They ruled your cause of death was being a scavenger
They want me to sing but I'm off key
I still use the pirated version of autotune 3
I took a shit on Truxtun and Superior Court
And the reason why is f*ck you and that's all to report

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