Ultra Be Thy Name - 47s and Mac11s

Black roses paint my mission
Love is not more than decision
Death apart, hell is fiction
Mass murder, culmination

My perception, floating souls
And bleeding cold would be perfection
My deception, being bold
Im living less with no objections

Now my death will be abyssmal
Blind and deaf would be my pistol
Rank and low, affiliation
Pariahs are the connections

End my life, lethal injection
Gypsy bitches, my election
Bout to take a piss
In your fucking dream of liberation

A shotgun is my religion
Color grey is my division
Blinding spot
Red minions
Getting close to extermination

Heritage from generations
Doom impending, my selection
Creeping Death, the devil's idol
Grippin on my fucking rifle

I know my lifes accidental
And for that bitch I got a rental
Pulling up to the mental
Triple 6 my fundamental

Chosen doctrine is abuse
And the horror would be my icon
Gods and angels I refuse
I born again, repeat the cycle

Written by:
Isaac Lopez

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