The Black Wings of Apocalypse Circle of Tyrants

[ILL BILL]
The black wings of apocalypse, designer of viruses
Combine ebola and psoriasis, undeniable nihilist
Stab you with ice, thermal nuclear damage device
Uncle Howie and thirty goons gangbangin' your wife
Born to fuck the whores of Babylon, morbid marathon
It's torture man of God, lost his religion, torn and cast aside
The monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Images of twisted and disfigured lips and heads visit him in bed
Witnesses have said, he never had a conscious
Laughed in private of arrays, an insatiable appetite for random violence
Laced with hollows in the age of quarrel
My brain is like a runaway train with outrageous cargo
Beware thou what protects me was made to harm you
I'm the architype forever be displayed in marble
Half logical the other half insane and horrible
The combination of cash, cocaine and prostitutes

[Goretex]
I keep it goremet, emptyin' clips in broad day
Kicking your door, I'm empty like the morgue of LaVey
Disappearing acts where magic's panoramic on K?
My display theatres of fortress, all my whores are the stage
Duck tape and drillbits, tied-up titties enslaved
Murder you with the same hand I piss with, whipping out blades
Blood butcher, rap Randy Rhoads, more axes than Overlook
Hooks in the stomach, buckets of blood hung for the hoes to look
Desolate, never trust a killer on meth
With a grimace like Vandross and a hammer like Richard Speck
Inverted crosses, visions of Moses holdin' his chest
Vampurity to southern road with her teeth all up in his flesh
She cauterized her left breast for the ritual
Asphyxiation the tear reflex tested by criminals
City of in the stream, my chi is invisible
The world is gonna know my name, not just the physical