N.A.O.D.
Yup you know what it is fuck it
New age of darkness
In my heart the spark this
Lyrical armageddon
With the shit that I be spittin
Its the new age of darkness
In my heart the spark this
Lyrical armageddon
With the shit that I be spittin
Find me in my pontiac
And I'm driving over blasting caps
I'm hanging out the window
With a 17th century battle axe
Blind to the facts
Comming out my pocket
Paying luxury tax
And the drugs make me react
In an abnormal fashion
Im bashin
My brains in
Got a metal mallet
While I stand on silver pallets
As I sing my love ballots
To the gods of destruction
My limbs
Are spontaneously combustin
I've thrusted
Into pits of dark matter
Being attacked by demons
Made of gun powder blood splatter
Fighting back
In such an abstract manner
Swinging wild and helpless
Not to mention haphazard
Awakening to the fact
That I'm a walking cadaver
What the fuck
Does this shit even matter
Still the god of the subterranean
Creating yet unexplained
Lyrical phenomenon
That travels far beyond the range
Of the mentally sound
And slightly insane
As they stand around and clam
I gotta be
Brutally and locked away
But not for what I do
Its for the shit that I think and say
In my new age of darkness
New age of darkness
In my heart the spark this
Lyrical armageddon
With the shit that I be spittin
Juggling the scissors
Running with chainsaw
First subject cryogenics
Trouble with how my brain thawed
Back to destroy mankind
For claiming he can play God
Say God
I'll be you angel of death
Destroying matter
With sonic energy I project
From my cerebral cortex
Whats left is locked away
Inside an infinite vortex
I recreate society
In a fashion so damn violently
That God will start despising me
And my psychotic masterpiece
Naked women kneeling down
To worship me
As I dance aroud a fire
Covered in goats
Blood and axle greese
Teaching the masses
A new form of blasphemy
Feeding them all
Sour sugar coated gummy acid rings
Ascending to my home
To watch the chaos
That my plan will bring
In the
New age of darkness
In my heart the spark this
Lyrical armageddon
With the shit that I be spittin
Now I'm sitting in my car
With the engine running idly
Society's inspiring me
To act out so damn wildly
Comfortably complacent
In my state of mental stasis
I'm surrounded by these pictures
Of putrid demonic faces
Only beautified
By there evangelical traces
And when racists speak
They make my statements
More pervasive
Ultimate's the consequence
Of listening to my nonsense
Reverse of what you regress
Call it psychotic conquest
With the goats blood
I use to fill my war drums
I'ma brainwash the street bums
To being drone soldiers
For my antisocial war clubs
As the beat subs on
Understand my mind is gone
And this is all wrong
But I come forth with a force
So strong it brings forth
A new age of darkness
Oh no
New age of darkness
In my heart the spark this
Lyrical armageddon
With the shit that I be spittin
Its the new age of darkness
In my heart the spark this
Lyrical armageddon
With the shit that I be spittin
Find me in my pontiac
And I'm driving over blasting caps
I'm hanging out the window
With a 17th century battle axe
Blind to the facts
Comming out my pocket
Paying luxury tax
And the drugs make me react
In an abnormal fashion
Im bashin
My brains in
Got a metal mallet
While I stand on silver pallets
As I sing my love ballots
To the gods of destruction
My limbs
Are spontaneously combustin
I've thrusted
Into pits of dark matter
Being attacked by demons
Made of gun powder blood splatter
Fighting back
In such an abstract manner
Swinging wild and helpless
Not to mention haphazard
Awakening to the fact
That I'm a walking cadaver
What the fuck
Does this shit even matter
Still the god of the subterranean
Creating yet unexplained
Lyrical phenomenon
That travels far beyond the range
Of the mentally sound
And slightly insane
As they stand around and clam
I gotta be
Brutally and locked away
But not for what I do
Its for the shit that I think and say
In my new age of darkness
New age of darkness
In my heart the spark this
Lyrical armageddon
With the shit that I be spittin
Juggling the scissors
Running with chainsaw
First subject cryogenics
Trouble with how my brain thawed
Back to destroy mankind
For claiming he can play God
Say God
I'll be you angel of death
Destroying matter
With sonic energy I project
From my cerebral cortex
Whats left is locked away
Inside an infinite vortex
I recreate society
In a fashion so damn violently
That God will start despising me
And my psychotic masterpiece
Naked women kneeling down
To worship me
As I dance aroud a fire
Covered in goats
Blood and axle greese
Teaching the masses
A new form of blasphemy
Feeding them all
Sour sugar coated gummy acid rings
Ascending to my home
To watch the chaos
That my plan will bring
In the
New age of darkness
In my heart the spark this
Lyrical armageddon
With the shit that I be spittin
Now I'm sitting in my car
With the engine running idly
Society's inspiring me
To act out so damn wildly
Comfortably complacent
In my state of mental stasis
I'm surrounded by these pictures
Of putrid demonic faces
Only beautified
By there evangelical traces
And when racists speak
They make my statements
More pervasive
Ultimate's the consequence
Of listening to my nonsense
Reverse of what you regress
Call it psychotic conquest
With the goats blood
I use to fill my war drums
I'ma brainwash the street bums
To being drone soldiers
For my antisocial war clubs
As the beat subs on
Understand my mind is gone
And this is all wrong
But I come forth with a force
So strong it brings forth
A new age of darkness
Oh no
Credits
Writer(s): Raymond Capla
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