Your Enemy TheManBeHisLa (Ft. Oricadia)

[Intro: Oricadia]
Watch them curtains close
They close
To the end
Only need one hand
And I'll never fold
Wanna go
Again?
Shower me in
Sorrow
(Sorrow)
Oh, what a misery!
(Misery)
Oh, bet you'll miss me
(Do you know)
I'm your only friend
(Pa pa pa-a pa)

[Verse 1: TheManBeHisLa]
Man was born for this
Weave life like a thread; I'm holding it
Way I leave men dead. Unfortunate
Leave none left 'cuz it's death you're warring with
I uphold disaster. Horrid's his actions
Morbid. It's actually torturous
Not one for an ask so boring like
Last words. No fools left to bore in this
Massacre. Soul food, metamorphosis
Patch work; whole new meta, I'm morphing this
Past your pointless beggin', mold 'em like plaster
Toy with death, you know I bring that worse
Told them I'm best to call to lead backstring
Met with their friends or corpses, dead afterwards
Pass from me? And it's one hand touch
I bet I'll fold a bitch backwards
Back, bet they'll fall backwards
Black Flash to the masses; they're all shattered
The walls cracked. It's just bad work. Packed for
The humans who'll fall flat first, like a rag doll
Stacking the fallen fractured. I'm a bad dog
Hazardous cold bastard cut you all down
Past what you'd call dastardly
One tap and the fact is you don't matter to me
Born from disorder. In short, I'm just sort of
A sword that be sorting you four into corpses
Sully a soul in the goriest torment
A glorious ornament cornetist, scoring this
Deadly performance. Organs are pouring
From every orifice. More, I want more
And the rest keep on mourning it. More, I want more
Of the gore and I'm sure that I'll never get bored of it