Verse 1
Yo I'm on a vital syntax
Till procrastination, is still taking its
Final fulfilling process
Sing for the trials and tribulations
I'm raising
Metaphors and usual sick a** rhymes
While speaking mystic and seeking
Attentions
Forever causing fatal erections to the holy spirit
Like a bat
Straight out of hell, and i ain't got no stories to tell
So hell, i might as
Well
Just start spitting some bombshells
Where hellish caverns solely
Dwell
I'm demolishing fatal tears, an ounce so pronounce
My god damn name
Properly
Cause probably and suddenly
You won't personally remain with the
Same remains
Of your personal identical identity
I'm eternally possessed
By tha shocking psyche
And it ain't no Ouija
Yet I'm still walking on
Water solstice, like a scrimmaged monstrosity
Of some untold prophecy
And
Unsolved mysteries that scientifically damaged St Francis of Assisi
Mimically
Verse 2
Now out psycho is on the rise
So better
Apologize or get euthanized
And get your eyes sliced with two knives
At
The same time, with tha same rhyme
During the same night time
While im
Baptizing myself with moonshines n juicy canines
Cause im totally
Insane
Plus ive got cinemic symmetrical chemicals
Attached to my
Sentimental brain
Now i shall ascend into crimson showers of mystic
Radiations
Weather playing with fire or playing play stations
And this is
My official a**ociation
And it consists of turning my opponents into ghost
Form
In ghoulish cemeteries, if thats necessary
I be possessing emcees
With alphabetical liturgies
My music's a literature
And you're just a
Prisoner
Lost my soul for an air conditioner
So i choose to abuse the
Eardrums of confused listeners
Real name Mister Christopher
Verse
3
I'm hesitating to witness, and to loose my soul
Cause i ain't going to
Back, to no god damn repentance yo
Mortification was my sport
Qualification
And yet still i ain't got no certificate, cause water
Evaporation was my final destination
Plus you ain't capable to cope with the
Ability of nocturnal mental capacity
But i was able to telepathically
Communicate with a disabled nigamortis
Prophetically
Singing infernal
Hymns of vile profanities
Blasphemy of the holy spirit
I mutilate my skins
With needles and pins
Till paraphimosis occurs, mimetically
During astral
Projection
Apparently, but unfortunately
I thrive mystically with the
Agility to spit mythically
Against society and then i evolve
Automatically
You suffer in between wombats and paraplegics