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by this blood-splattered demented dentist,
Dr. Abdominal extracting tongues, rendering whack rappers dumb,
Some who look like they got a bit

burning higher...

The son must born from himself

Flame is red by blood

The nine is black, dream and dream

The seven skies, home of anger's God

...The

Kiss me with your ice cold lips
Help me save this sunken ship

Ooooh

Take my brittle hand my dear
The afterlife it holds no fear
The birds are chirping

to fall...

Chorus

For I was and always will be.....
Too late...

And I'm feeling like a fool
I need your blood on my hands.
And don't even think
That I am

Woke up early with a smoke in hand.
Blood starts pumping and my engine roar.
No more waiting for the race to come.
Final battle for the crown, where

Word up I know it’s all about the turn up
If messiah was here he’d tell me young blood keep the chin up
I’m just not moved when I hear songs
It

Me inna dem place like seh a my yaad this 

Blood pon shirt the marrow guh pon oning 

Dem big n fool like Barney a new glock this wid the double row

these arms swinging
And separate the body and spirit thru blood spilling
Blind assassin like Father Time with an aversion to light
I’m consumed by

(Control)
Came up out the dirt covered in this mud looking for the pie
(Control)
Came up out the dirt covered in his blood He was crucified
(Control)

bell
Thou shalt kill, for those dogs that fell

I declare my soul's intention 
Accept these laws of life and death
I the invisible hand of judgement

blue,
Wildings, which expecting stand,
Proud to be gather'd by thy hand.

Of infant limbs to make my food,
And swill full draughts of human blood!
Go,

and every chain
Your hands were ice within the fire
And it burned like poison rain

The blood in these veins the streets that it stains
Fevers unbroken by

Believe

Jennifer Knapp

A Diamond in the Rough: The Jennifer Knapp Collection

2003

Everybody needs something to see
Something to feel
And something to be
Everybody needs something as proof
Something in hand
To know the truth

to fight
And killed all my gods and masters
Tossing round inside
And starved myself and all I loved
Til I learned to eat
And by the end i swear to God
I had

just pride
Everything we gets from the sweat off spine
All time greats in the making
Olas been my right hand business man shaking
No vacations
Summer

gems in slaves blood
In front all witnesses told the universe that he ain't one
Then rode his high horse 'til the saints come
Everyone goes home like

Some days are so pretty and pink,
Where every step is pretty much a skip and a wink,
And my hands swing through the crisp air,
Feeling every kiss

you by the collar lift and
Slam you on ya neck you are not a star you
Just faded off the drugs
You won't get my spot un less
You taking it in blood
I do

This is what happens when you call the cops
You get your rights violated or
You all get shot

I'm sick of people getting
Victimized by criminal cops

was a karate man
Him tell me karate means empty hand
Clinch it to a fist to beat plenty man
Him seh my son yuh affi follow tradition
But mi start hang

RISE MY ANGELS RISE!

THE CREATION OF ME MORBID GOD
(EERFYLFLLAHSI, DOGEBLLAHSI)
BY THE HAND OF TIAMAT, LORD OF ODD
OPEN WIDE THE CHAPEL OF FALL!

When my hand was cut, blood sprayed your walls and you rushed to find me a bandage. If you were my friend, I never understood. You'd drive me to death if

As you're stabbing my heart with the dullest of knives
Does this bring you joy?

Buried and breathing
Now there's blood on your hands
You know damn well

RISE MY ANGELS RISE!

THE CREATION OF ME MORBID GOD
(EERFYLFLLAHSI, DOGEBLLAHSI)
BY THE HAND OF TIAMAT, LORD OF ODD
OPEN WIDE THE CHAPEL OF FALL!