Anemic

You are nothing but a fuckin' pawn in my game
Just a pawn in this game, just a fawn to get slain
A sacrifice an offering. Another commodity
For the God of atrocities to scatter through topographies

Listen to the skippin' of the witches in the dark
They be cryin' they be lying they be ready to embark
And I know that you ain't ready for the evil and the spark
That will set it all off makin' the angels fuckin' scoff

From the heavens up above boutta be up in a snuff
Film they the victims. Torture with the cuffs
Locked tight on the wrist with the Tsai I cannot miss, ah
Raphael gon' take the light and murder a dumb bitch, yah

I'm always ready. Always, always ready to go kill
Like a lurka from the ground shooting spikes makin' gills
And impalin' for the thrill smashing skulls to mush
Then after I'm done I'm poundin' on ya girls tush



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Writer(s): Richard Mclaughlin
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