[Coal]
Hatch the ghost from your shell, with the most spells known to melt face
Sippin’ on star lava, spit bars hotter than hell’s gate
The shell makes a gaping hole, bodies vacant of soul
Roll you in a carpet, bury your carcass in basements to stow
Below foundation when you face him tell Satan hello
Your hoe gets salutations, of fuck her face in, word to ace in the hole
Got no nation, a viking horde the world will fall before me
So call me the lord, you swing a sword like a girl with Palsy
All exalt me or fall faulty, suck my balls they’re salty
Assault spree charge ensue, if they ask who? tell him Roger Daltrey
My catapults free a barrage you couldn’t dodge accosting
Of course we sabotage, call me Oz I am a god of sorcery
Watch me force feed a dick to your bitch's butthole
A cold disposition, the apparition of Tristan Ludlow
The blood flows a jokulhaups, a nuts so to nuke your troops
Execute these fucks, my style erupts like a Bazooka Tooth
Salute the truth, you bigshot I make the cannon shatter
Cadaver from graveyards raising the bars like a salmon ladder
My patterns gather a new revival to dilemma
Dismember pretender disciples when I Cycle to Gehenna
The epicenter inventor when I demonstrate with this hate
Quaking to make the world remember the energy state I emanate
Inseminate to shape it better, an every endeavor I make is great
While I innovate, what you could never, to devastate what you create
Hatch the ghost from your shell, with the most spells known to melt face
Sippin’ on star lava, spit bars hotter than hell’s gate
The shell makes a gaping hole, bodies vacant of soul
Roll you in a carpet, bury your carcass in basements to stow
Below foundation when you face him tell Satan hello
Your hoe gets salutations, of fuck her face in, word to ace in the hole
Got no nation, a viking horde the world will fall before me
So call me the lord, you swing a sword like a girl with Palsy
All exalt me or fall faulty, suck my balls they’re salty
Assault spree charge ensue, if they ask who? tell him Roger Daltrey
My catapults free a barrage you couldn’t dodge accosting
Of course we sabotage, call me Oz I am a god of sorcery
Watch me force feed a dick to your bitch's butthole
A cold disposition, the apparition of Tristan Ludlow
The blood flows a jokulhaups, a nuts so to nuke your troops
Execute these fucks, my style erupts like a Bazooka Tooth
Salute the truth, you bigshot I make the cannon shatter
Cadaver from graveyards raising the bars like a salmon ladder
My patterns gather a new revival to dilemma
Dismember pretender disciples when I Cycle to Gehenna
The epicenter inventor when I demonstrate with this hate
Quaking to make the world remember the energy state I emanate
Inseminate to shape it better, an every endeavor I make is great
While I innovate, what you could never, to devastate what you create
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