Rap habit I'm back on my bat shit
Crazy apparatus casting this dark magic
Dead savage back from the carnage
Holding the carcass embedded
On my antlers
My pen game on
Pentagrams backwards
I'm chick-a Werd chicken bones
On a goat’s head
Fire up a little fucking prayer
To the highest ones
Looking in the mirror asking
God if I aren't one
And I'll send a fucking prayer on advent
To open up doors
Like a calendar I'll ascend
And my admin will send
You an email to caption
My drastic interaction with rap ken
Pricks like cactus
Jack you for jack shit
Cracked ribs makes
Cactus Jack look mad fit
Adlib
Generic fucking rap throwing tantrums
Ten tabs down who's tripping
On a bad one

I traveled over the killing fields
Looking for the show
Made my way across the desert sand
Shoveled through the snow
Disbelieved my lying eyes
Questioned everything I know
Cut my teeth on petty scripture
You live learn and grow
I loaned my ears to wizardry
Gave myself to art
Satisfied my curiosity
And gambled with my heart
Took a road that hadn’t known
The heavy tread of my kind
Searched the earth
And never found a single
Thing a want to find
If the blind lead the blind
I'm behind the divine
There's Christ in my crimes
And mines are a sign of the times
No right in my mind
Maligned with my life on the line
Fighting the signs
Sliding from the height of my prime
Fine
It's the Almighty's design
I've wined and dined with titans
Who're too frightened to change
Saw my light shine brightest
In a tidal of shrines
And rolled dice with a Bible of rhymes

Yo
Stand down tell my dogs go sick them
No convictions I’m a voyeur
Like how jigsaw did it
I can bring harm quicker
Than an anti vax speaker
At an antifa rally
In a proud boy’s t-shirt
I never understood
Why you listen to cult leaders
Who feed off the weak
Then give you advice
How to live decent
I’d rather be a leader myself
Convince people to give
Me all of their money
Get to fuck them as well
Look
Now how the fuck am I going to sell
My next release I’ll
Have Derren Brown do the intro
Put you under a spell
Look
You won’t see me on tour
But I can handle it
My demographic is jakies
Who really don’t
Have the cash to spend
My style is hazardous
You really should not listen
My bars are snuff films
That shit will just stay with you
Until you lose your mind
It takes over you feel finished
Listen if you really want to end
It we won’t miss you