Undead
We vile and we mad
Reviled by the land
Unholy in these scriptures
These idols everblack
Street bible in the back
Disciples of the strap
You know me as the sinner
Cease vitals and move past
But the gods will never know
Repentance in my flows
Hail Mary, I suppose
Reaper of these souls
Until I'm reaching ghost
Depleting all my foes
These liters taste like gold
Chewing on the flesh
A glutton for the death
Destruction I attest
Shit cousin I'm the best
And I'm comin' for ya neck
Wu-tang, represent
Another pound of flesh
And we comin' to collect
Who's next
And we comin' with that attitude
No platitudes, a casket crew
You frontin' I ain't askin' you
It's tragic dude, the madness rules
You nothin' to it's magnitude
Your plan askew, the past is you
Comeuppance from the baddest crew
Out the Catacombs
Risen flesh and bone
Bottomless Necropolis
With blood upon the throne
The ones the gods revoked
A crux we don alone
Carcasses of godless men
Who lust for all control
Persona non grata
Why botha with entendres
The genre is macabre
The contra of dogmata
Heavy with the drama
Better empty out the llama
I'm not the fucking devil
Do you see me wearing prada
No gods in the abyss
So what I'm godless
A sign of providence
Divine apocalypse
Designed by violence
A product of my sins
And my environment
Desire is a bitch
As dire as it gets
So fire up a spliff
To the illest in this shit
Jedi Mind Tricks
Mobb Deep and Three Six
Immortal Technique
Big Pun and Brotha Lynch
Reviled by the land
Unholy in these scriptures
These idols everblack
Street bible in the back
Disciples of the strap
You know me as the sinner
Cease vitals and move past
But the gods will never know
Repentance in my flows
Hail Mary, I suppose
Reaper of these souls
Until I'm reaching ghost
Depleting all my foes
These liters taste like gold
Chewing on the flesh
A glutton for the death
Destruction I attest
Shit cousin I'm the best
And I'm comin' for ya neck
Wu-tang, represent
Another pound of flesh
And we comin' to collect
Who's next
And we comin' with that attitude
No platitudes, a casket crew
You frontin' I ain't askin' you
It's tragic dude, the madness rules
You nothin' to it's magnitude
Your plan askew, the past is you
Comeuppance from the baddest crew
Out the Catacombs
Risen flesh and bone
Bottomless Necropolis
With blood upon the throne
The ones the gods revoked
A crux we don alone
Carcasses of godless men
Who lust for all control
Persona non grata
Why botha with entendres
The genre is macabre
The contra of dogmata
Heavy with the drama
Better empty out the llama
I'm not the fucking devil
Do you see me wearing prada
No gods in the abyss
So what I'm godless
A sign of providence
Divine apocalypse
Designed by violence
A product of my sins
And my environment
Desire is a bitch
As dire as it gets
So fire up a spliff
To the illest in this shit
Jedi Mind Tricks
Mobb Deep and Three Six
Immortal Technique
Big Pun and Brotha Lynch
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