[Verse 1: Possessed]
Lock your doors I’m rotten to the horror core
Valkyries clean up after my dogs of war
Won’t be pigeon-holed I’m a bird of prey
Put me a category I’ll put you in a early grave
Lucifer reject
Shoulders are stumps from where I used to have three heads
(Possessed) there can only be one
Before my soul reach hell, scatter my ashes over the sun
Not holding my tongue, I say what I feel
I’m the hand that rocks the cradle of filth
I don’t wanna live life
The suicidal sword swallower, slitting my throat from the inside
Open my windpipe
Corpses rise from the grave when my names spoken at midnight
Inflict indescribable pain
Don’t drink drive, drink Strychnine and pilot a plane
[Verse 2: DarkStar]
Down for survival, left at the ‘Hour of Reprisal’
My verse coerce worse than the power of the Bible
The game changed I stay raw
Spitting chainsaws configuring bars like I’m rigging Claymores
We ain’t singing or dancing
Kids in my camp is a fam more satanic than Manson
American, my partner in Canada lampin’
Watch your eye contact or get slammed with the hammer for glancing
The Last be a savage beast
Any rapper in the path of me is actually a casualty
Have pity for cats that have to battle me
Cause catastrophe, naturally never will my disaster cease
I dispatch beef Frank Castley
Ninety nine and a half percent of rap is ass to me [Y’all Suck]
Psiklone Possessed Skirmish & Billy Idol
Plus Last conceal rifles spill ya vitals
Lock your doors I’m rotten to the horror core
Valkyries clean up after my dogs of war
Won’t be pigeon-holed I’m a bird of prey
Put me a category I’ll put you in a early grave
Lucifer reject
Shoulders are stumps from where I used to have three heads
(Possessed) there can only be one
Before my soul reach hell, scatter my ashes over the sun
Not holding my tongue, I say what I feel
I’m the hand that rocks the cradle of filth
I don’t wanna live life
The suicidal sword swallower, slitting my throat from the inside
Open my windpipe
Corpses rise from the grave when my names spoken at midnight
Inflict indescribable pain
Don’t drink drive, drink Strychnine and pilot a plane
[Verse 2: DarkStar]
Down for survival, left at the ‘Hour of Reprisal’
My verse coerce worse than the power of the Bible
The game changed I stay raw
Spitting chainsaws configuring bars like I’m rigging Claymores
We ain’t singing or dancing
Kids in my camp is a fam more satanic than Manson
American, my partner in Canada lampin’
Watch your eye contact or get slammed with the hammer for glancing
The Last be a savage beast
Any rapper in the path of me is actually a casualty
Have pity for cats that have to battle me
Cause catastrophe, naturally never will my disaster cease
I dispatch beef Frank Castley
Ninety nine and a half percent of rap is ass to me [Y’all Suck]
Psiklone Possessed Skirmish & Billy Idol
Plus Last conceal rifles spill ya vitals
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