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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