DIMECORE - Day of the Dead
Release this sermon into the verbalist vermin that clawsUp through terra firma maggots squirming as they lurking
Heretics forever this sentences inheritance
Remember never forgive or surrender its imperative
To be a wise mother fucking nice guy terrorist with
Terror fits cuts on the wrist and all that other shit
Scheming demon Chernobyl being creeping down
The alleys of your precincts ready to punctch it's teeth in
You're breathing of sorts ready import the port into
Your porcelain torso awful thoughts get you caught
Corpse contorts mangles of course through the morgue
As its being hauled to present the evidence in court
Reach high that don't have to feel right
By beachside digging up decomposing at night
Ready or not catch it like you're an astronaut
Or some venereal material burial in a pot
My Creepshow's bringing it home for all my peoples
Dissecting fetal pig the anatomy is cerebral
Keep it lockdown at the clock-town Gotham
City all around keep it on me like a 4 pound
Higher caliber like I'm Gallagher just to damage ya
And ya fucked manager dig holes so I can vanish ya
Vicious deeds served by my malicious needs
I've been deceived don't fool me once I'll break a knee
Ripped to pieces tongue pulled by their ghoulish
Teeth I've writ the thesis misery is unsettling
Ready or not I play god like I'm a veteran
belligerent 2000s terrorist scream death to America
Unsettler for the federals I got the jewels planted in
Your bitches southern hemisphere the minerals so
Set it here monsters try to shave with a razor blade
Blunt teeth yellow and decayed spraying out the face
Penitentiaries for the memories arms reach out
From the concrete and pull you down to sever feet
Mob of the dead come grovelling up the stairs
Team reaches for lead for living impaired
Written by:
Jordan Lipovac
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