DIMECORE - Catch You
Crazed and confused dont know how much left to loseLiving and pouring the booze sickin with the bros in pew's
Ready attack cock back and laugh trapped Berett aimed
At the aftermath blood splattered in Volkswagon interior
Visual pieces of deceases my grimace reaches to the
Unearthed tombs to the birds become their food
Murmuring through the fertile womb as a cupid
Moon do the do be bludgeoned bitch into the monsoon
Monster buffoon grab your pitchforks and brew cos this
Bout to be resumed Leonidas to the goons
You can feel it in the air the despair in the room people
Care enough to boom forget when they're dusted and threw
This is my truce my story that i produce with every
Finger on my arm thats gory bloody obtuse
Liquidate juice from the deceased in the waiting room
Patients exhumed to platoons like its a Haiti zoo
Stab you in the neck with a t bone steak and get
Sent to prison for rocking a ski mask mate
Like Bundy in Aspen i got the crack in hand kid and
Its a grim future for you mother fucking ass lick
My lifeline fighting addiction in the limelight
Ultra-violence my given kiss unto the right of you
Pontius Pilots guidance i lack and tyrants
Remind us fight the blueprints to the virus
Sickening vipers cast blightness on my eyelids
Can you not bite this im tired and im frightened
Thats right under caves homies smoking
Marry Jane blazing blasting speaker cabs for days
Culinary ways you approaching very late under
Copious and weight grounding scoundrels sit and wait
I can not relate this hesitation domination
Placements invasions of the strange
Prepare To Die is the moniker of my rhyme when it
Slices you in two like mitosis of the mind
Remember kid this fetishistic doll appearance holding
A knife in one rhyme another commandeering
Striking appearance drool dripping down on the clearance when
A hundred ghouls slowly walking closer to Ramirez
Interference on the walky talky stalker line when you're
Porking up the wrong vine feel the thorns subside
Missing my time missing factual design let the
Elements drive on the residual demise
At the very end your friends will rise up from the dead
When we stand and pretend we had nothing to do with it
Written by:
Jordan Lipovac
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