Rhyme Asylum - Back Down lyrics

[Verse 1:Possessed] Yo, I'm Satan's son in the essence, smugglin' weapons Statues of the virgin Mary cry blood in my presence In the womb I trained underdeveloped arms Hitting my mother's stomach with a hundred punches per second Leave Cerberus burnt to a crisp Clothesline speeding cars and turn 'em to convertible whips I've returned from the crypt Spit raps behind your back to scratch your intervertebral disc Drink from the skulls of the vanquished, shogun a**a**in Conversate with ?sam? in the moment of madness Keep it multisyllabic After my swan song a phoenix will arise from my smoldering ashes On the 31st of every tenth month I dress up, shed blood and get drunk of red-rum I found my soul in the Land of the Lost Wanna see every man of the cloth, hang from a cross [Hook] It's Jinn Truff, Psiklone and Possessed Only the best, combined as the components of d**h We hope that you step in the cypher to get spat out You better back down, back down x2 [Verse 2:Respek BA] I'm leaving people screaming Jesus H Christ I'm an evil demon cross between a black dragon and a great white I give the stage fright, drinking rattle snake bites Take life, and cause a real d**h in a plain fight You see my splittin' personalities and double take Making hell freeze over and heaven go up in flames And I'mma trace your number plate and kick you in the f**ing face So if you've got a foot fetish It's your lucky day So run away I'm the warlord of Mordor With a broad sword commanding the orc hordes Lost son of a Seraphim Catch me moon walking on water and bleed running a marathon Travel on the surface of Mars Or in Bermuda Triangle cypherin' inside a circle of sharks And I'm crushing corpse till I'm pounding on the Skull & Bones Deranged Division, Illest on the f**ing globe [Hook] It's Jinn Truff, Psiklone and Possessed Only the best, combined as the components of d**h We hope that you step, in the cypher to get spat out You better back down, back down x2 [Verse 3:Psiklone] Stalking the vampires in the morgue with the flat-liners Jaw full of fangs titans with the force that can clamp tires So prepare to die Scuba dive with ganja smoke and a gram of coke in my air supply Eternaly great not personal taste Walk in churches and candles burst into flames Murderous crazed warlock, burned at the stake Drew a hole through my coffin when I turned in my grave Off the hook like broke payphones Spit lava like volcanoes, build new churches from old gravestones Genius, screws loose and missing parts This rogue angel throws halos instead of ninja stars Skin shrouded with jungle spiders Weaving webbed bullet-proof vest out of my muscle fibers Mind's eye wider than Einstein's Hold my last breath for twice as long as my original lifetime [Hook] It's Jinn Truff, Psiklone and Possessed Only the best, combined as the components of d**h We hope that you step in the cypher to get spat out You better back down, back down x2