DIMECORE - Ghost Stories

Im a mean machine ready to kill like a guillotine
Spread ya spleen like it didn't mean anything getting cream

Watching scream before a bitch scream at a
Bloody murder scene regurgitate like a fiend

Sipping lean sour diesel in the green cup
Out of luck when ya stuck in what seems to be a dream

Huh got the trees chopped not talking bout no
Thunder battle steam residents hanging from mezzanines

Fucked can you function without eruption will a
Double barrel shoved in ya face fuck up ya day cunt?

Arrays hung like some drapes covering the face of a
Decayed special specimen in forrest semen they will trace

Race to war without a blade or a sword are you made for this
Chore or will you pack your bags be dismembered like a

Whore floors creating devastation with blood
Spraying like some 70s gore exploitation zombie flick

1941 getting fucked in the ass by some
Half ass axis flak infantry impact with a shotty gun

On the run flipping glocks off at nuns a baton
With the bronze light debilitate out the sun

Dont ever question it the ability if im sick
John Wick revision 2 bitches jumping on a dick

Intermediately you would really want to quit
Digest this shit fill the bowels up til the crowd resists

In the midst of the mist freaky deacons ripping tits
Never check the wrist of the real mother fucking prince

Cerebral equinox when im done shovelling a dumb
Fucker that was hung strung down a dirt pit

Distant returning of your interest on this shit
Misfits murdering a corpse course of infants

Incense lit under a pass-by for inbreds
Quick bitch grab the magazine and a biscuit

Written by:
Jordan Lipovac

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