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Artwork by Kebo
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lyrics
[Verse 1]
You don't need your beliefs when your restin' in pieces/
Remnants ingested by vermin n leeches/
Festered, deceased a permanent deletion/
Never re-appearing to help wi' the grievance/
Relatives questioning search wi' policeman/
Little do they know about my pledge of allegiance/
Mental procedures, the terms n agreements/
Said wi' resentment when read from Thelema/
Streaks ahead when I'm reapin death/
I'm sowin' seeds beneath the demon's breeding nest/
Seeing red, gangrene, bleed your neck/
Completely wrecked, converse wi' the evil dead/
Each of them, seek to reveal themselves/
I feel a breath of relief as I peel my flesh/
Feels immense, unleashed, see the beast emerge/
Wreak revenge, proceedin' to besiege the Earth/
[Hook]
So don't push, don't test,
Coz I'm just too close to the edge,
N just one more step it'll turn grotesque
End up with a Broken neck
x2
[Verse 2]
After repentance I'm askin' for seconds/
Straight back hardcore carcinogenic/
Arsenic injection, jab to your retina/
Optical onslaught, torture n terror/
Lost is my temper, return to the sender/
Never have I called to The Lord as a shepherd/
I would rather correspond wi' the Devil/
Wi' fork lightnin' rhymes, the storm gets torrential/
Doctor Lecter verbals, fi-fi-fillin your plate with a taste of the bitter end of the spectrum/
Makin' a mess of what's left of your internal/
Expandin' my cannibal pallet, balancin' my textures/
Neckin' Chianti, Jack D n a half-G/
Chantin' my bars to Marduk while I sleep/
Lab geeks just can't fathom a vaccine/
I'm far too advanced, a grand masterpiece/
[Hook]
Don't push, don't test,
Coz I'm just too close to the edge,
Just one more step it'll turn grotesque
End up with a Broken neck
x4
[Verse 3]
Hellfire n brimstone, I scribble sick notes/
Swagger through the darkness where other rappers would tip-toe/
Lift coals, deliver smouldering, spit roasts/
While I'm grip holdin' the mic, tying a lynch rope/
Slit throat n nothin' but fuckin' ink pours/
Cascading hate on the page, but with a slick flow/
Jinns spoke, convinced me I should kill folk/
Strung up wi' their guts, a crushed skull n their ribs broke/
Lymph nodes implode upon contact/
Contract killer lyricism hit your thorax/
Where's your God till I scorn at his Dogma/
Challenge him to battle in immortal combat, raaaahhhhh!/
Fuck your format, this is how a boss raps/
Lloyd Ross destroys all crossing the war path/
Sever your femoral, red fillin' the hot bath/
At long last it's all gone to plan/
[Hook]
Don't push, don't test,
Coz I'm just too close to the edge,
Just one more step it'll turn grotesque
End up with a Broken neck
x4