Crush the Messiah, Rip His ****ing Heart Out
Desecrate the Corpse of the Nailed Scum
Fist**** the Mother of the Crucified One
Rape Her Corpse One Thousand Times

Were to Spill the Blood, To Kill the Light
To Crush the tribe of Jesus Christ
Were to kill your God , To Crush Your Spine
To Crush the Tribe of Jesus Christ

Take Christian Pigs Dignity Away
Their Destiny is Pain and Suffering
We're to Bring Closer Your World's Demise
To Crush the Filthy Fribe of Jesus Christ

Under Command of the Antichrist
We are Trudging Over the Bones of the Weak
Hail Satan! Hail the Beast of Genocide!
We're the Pesticide for Christianity
On guard of Ancient Hate We Stand
Waiting for the Revival of the Black Order
In the Name of the Ancient Gods
Our Purification's Hammer Falls

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An Ode to Unending Obscurity...
The Dark and Lonely Path of Life...
The Inner Darkness of Thoughts...
Sums You Up in Desperation


Existence Is Your Own Adversary
A Path Full of Pain and Madness
You Struggle with The Load on Your Back
It's Not Worth The Wait...

3:35 - 4:55

Death Grips - Flies

Should the opportunity arise, vomit me flies
Flies vomit me, together’s unwise, sever all ties
Should the opportunity arise, vomit me flies
Flies vomit me, vomit green eyes

via Sex in the Lounge by Nicki Minaj ft. Lil Wayne and Bobby V

"Get that pussy wetter than a dirty sewer" (Lil Wayne's verse)

I think about this line daily

Silver and gold, silver and gold
Everyone wishes for it
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth

Oh, I'm getting old
Oh, I'm getting old
Everyone wishes for youth
How have I wasted my life?
Trusting the pleasure it gives here on earth

Lord, come with fire
Lord, come with fire
Everyone's wasting their time
Storing up treasure in vain
Trusting the pleasure it gives here on earth

Oh, I see the end
Oh, I see the end
Everyone's waiting for death
How do you measure its worth?
Justice delivers its gift here on earth

Silver and gold, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold

Step into the shadows, we could talk addiction
When it's harmful where you going and the part of you that know it
Don't give a fuck, pardon me for going into details
3-7-6 was a brothel
We had females come in every hour on the dot
And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock
Focus on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts
Lately I've been panicking a lot
Feeling like I'm stranded in a mob
Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop
Never getting out of hand, steady handling my job
Time damaging my ties
Who turn to get up? Get dude turned to dinner quick
You circus niggas, you turning into tricks
I was making waves, you was surfing in 'em
Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas' shit
Cut the grass off the surface
Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent, nigga shit
Bitch