Ibex - Confess'n my sins lyrics

[Intro] An act of contrition, for y'all to listen To my thoughts and my words In what I have done and what am about to do I say it loud in this booth [Bridge] You say that am k**in it, I admit it am guilty You know that Imma sinner so please forgive me An executioner so please forgive me Am gonna sacrifice this beat so please forgive me [Hook] The mic is the priest (Yeah) the filters the grid I speak the truth in this booth am confess'n my sins (Oh Lord!) The mic is the priest the filters the grid Now am filled with remorse am confess'n my sins (Please forgive me) [Verse 1] The beat is a victim of sacrifice am entitled to take its life So I slice it with verbal daggers and knives A hooded medieval beat that has seen me has seen the reaper And I go deeper like needles pierced through voodoo's and limes Then I put a sentence to d**h with murderous words that I get Coz am cursed with this merciless work to exterminate And am drownin in deep regret, still k** every beat that I get High justice, bussin this and every k**er beat I condemn Strike with multies I got blood on my rhymes, worship my idle mind Am not ostracized but people like how I chastise Blessed by the demon am evil in blood am baptized A poltergeist my voice might disrupt your nights In the bottomless pit of sins, I keep fallin so sorrowful Let the mornin star pray for us, let the beat face a horrible d**h So I take the audio and place it in a pentagram Spittin infernal fire sendin the beat down to burn in hell Blood gets cold am loosin my soul, beats lined up on a d**hrow Make you know that I got no control when I hear these beats I go paranormal Love to k** coz am abnormal, got no feelings, I got no morals A mortal I may not see tomorrow, so bless my soul before I go [Hook] The mic is the priest (What?) the filters the grid I speak the truth in this booth am confess'n my sins (Oh Lord!) The mic is the priest the filters the grid Now am filled with remorse am confess'n my sins (Please forgive me) [Verse 2] Ritual where I gotta k**, chantin rhymes diabolical, got the sk** cryptological Metaphorical slaughterin, Imma torturer born in hell Like the storm I destroy the temple of god I put onto d**h Verses that you just can't forget Psychopath I go mental on instrumentals that are meant to be Straight up hanged or beheaded I go against the commandment Sixth day before the Sabbath bring me the beat and I stab it Grabbin the priest by his throat, spittin wrath call me the baddest A psychiatric fanatic who practices black magic and uses witchcraft With catastrophic impact am blastin, dizaster in this castin a spell am trespa**in The beat is still alive in the casket gasping You say that am nailin it and that Imma centurion Spend three minutes of silence put on your ear phone and hear my song Its the creed I believe in, I treat the beat as the lamb of god Assa**in for my sinful deeds ask forgiveness from all of y'all Ayn't got no heart and I make no beats, I rip it apart if I hear these beats Like a butcher choppin these beats, a carpenter screwin these beats Terrorize I attack these beats, an alive hostage I won't release Beat similar like ECG when you see a flat line its R.I.P