The Philosophy Of Horror

I was Albert Eiensteins mind
I was Italys fine wine
I was working with God when he defined time
I was there when the guns first let off
There when they cut King Charles head off
There when the CIA battled the crack
And the tradgedy and triumph of Jeranamo Pratt
Punch a faggot til his nose bleed heavy
Deadem all then I escape in green chevy
I merk your wisdom spit a dart at you to hurt your vision
Put you in the worst position in a turkish prison
Yeah and my intention is to waste yall
And cover your body with stitches like a baseball
I *** **** lace yall with the word of the sword
And leaving you bleeding in a ditch while you serving the lord
You deserve to be mauled by an army of bees
Just another faggot dead in his army fatigues

**** ya crucifix your religion and its uselessness
Your propaganda is more wickeder than luciphers
Islamic scientists predicted the computer chips
I spit a rap at you to rock you like Medusas lips
You ******* goons are sick and yall can see that
And yall are my sons like Ebrahim and Eshak
So lets take a walk through the tivest town
Im the diven science of the light and the sound
Im the sublime giant with the right to the crown
Im the divine tyrant and Im striking you down

So I teach my kin to attack the beast
For trying to hide me from the 4th book of Makavis
You wack MCs catch a hook to the head
Cause yall dont know about the tibetan book of the dead
You dont know about anything thats important
About the dead sea scrolls found in Jordan
About the way that you conduct yourself in Satans wratch
But I dont **** with you you walking down the pagans path

Im a swordsmen the apocolypse horsemen
What makes me smile is anothers misfortune

I like to see your body in flames scortchin
I like to see a part of your brain auctioned
I like to see inside of your main organs
I like to see inside of your veins pourin
I find beauty in anothers pain
I find beauty in the spirit of god but I dont ****** change
I find serenity in torture
My thoughts are too pure for the human mind to author
Its called God Consciousness

Its a level beyond the gods marred thoughtlessness

I stay ready for the combat
While the ignorant praying and they wondering where they god at
I stay ready for the combat
While the ignorant praying and they wondering where they god at