DIMECORE - Ghouls From Hell
I don't have the constitutional fortitude to record a dude while
Sorting through all of these point of views corpse awful aborted sewn
Plus in fact the funds are back a hunters sack in prophesact a
Sacrament of sacreligious Sabbath black events
Enfacinating while ya'll just debating i am masturbating
On your sacred pages on your pavement daughters lacerating
Bolt the crime scene with a bundle like a fire fiend
Now it's my dream to alter faces like I'm Butterbean
Looking at ya porch i make a morsel point of view i make with
Ross with raw pursuit i mean impossible to chew
Fear the apostles creed a monopoly of apostasy
Opposite breeds attract hate like its a mockery
Don't come to me for wisdom cos my lies i spread like jism
Only into altruism identify by physicians
A mission with ill intent a misery that won't forget i been
Fisting my intelligent to see if it'll jolt my memory with a pen
Scary dead doll staring at your bed folds hoping
You will come home from your nightmares alone
Dodging all these doggem cabins waiting on you fucking rabbits
For these rabid rapid attacks to leave you staggered
Wheeled down a dirt pit let the zombies choke rip
Your clothes thin now a hot feeble broken bitch
Pacing closer like a painting author stating comatosis
Of deranged focus chainmail same chauvis
We hope this doesn't offend but the pestilence that's
Hatched across the earth on rebirth has came to plan
Gimme ya hand ya bout to taste a vat that capital punishment
By shoving a bunch of bricks and that onto your fucking head
Descending down a staircase in an abandoned
Mansion dancing phantoms laughing at my pace
Race race down to the backyard tracks to the
Pond and relax in the midnight past
Written by:
Jordan Lipovac
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