ONE WHO MAY ASCEND and Omari Malik Amn - Violent by Design

Hook:
I'm Violent by Design

Verse 1:
There's violence in my history
Silence or your lips will bleed
Silencers and M16s
Try me and the triggers squeeze
Go ahead take a risk
Make a wish
Bitch, but I was made for this
Just like blades for wrists
Slit throats for necks
Rope when stretched
To choke to death
Or bullet holes in flesh
But they say that's morbid
Sordid
I'm bad horrid
Why? Because I grab four fifths
Gash organs
cnd stab corpses
Gag orphans
With any remains
cnd if they're any complaints
I gotta get me a gage
To put hole in your skull just like Phineas Gage
You'd better gimme some space
Because I'm the type to bite right into my enemy's face
cnd how're you gonna cry
Without a nose or eyes
I'll blow your mind
If you blow my high
With a four or nine
So goodbye
Motherfucker I was born to die
Because

Verse 2:
I was made to kill
Just like stainless steel
Your brains revealed
When the bangers peel
Caps back like hats and snapbacks
cs soon as you hear that strap snatched
I'm so toxic that they call me hazmat
Like sewer rats
Your future is black
Dark and grim
Carcasses
crms and limbs
In a pile
My face wasn't meant smile
It just frowns
Grimaces and scowls
Eats pussies and it spits them out
No lip allowed
I break hearts after I rip them out
To replace mine with because it's given out
But my mind still hasn't been figured out
You can to probe it too
Like a casket it's for open view
But only chosen few
Can comprehend
God consciousness
Or the flaws within
Even though there ain't none
The loss of blood makes all the pain numb
There ain't a thing in heaven or Earth I'm afraid of
I gave my life to God but gave up

Verse 3:
I've contemplated your existence
Humanity at its core is a sickness
With all the horrors in it
From the wars within it
To forced religion
Who knows if you're slow or demented
But a sword can fix it
I was sworn to end it
For the finish
Gore is a given
It pours in liquid
Form in inches
This isn't for the weak, squeamish, or the timid
But it's unfortunate
That you're conditioned
To fear these things
What you fear is me
I'm life itself
cnd anything else that it might entail
c slight inhale
Might just tell
You what it feels like in hell
Only a person who reads and writes in braille
Would try to tell
You the sight is swell
Death in the air I can tell
By the smell
It's distinct
Shit just stinks
cnd I won't be satisfied with life until it's extinct

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