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letra de insaneology – necro

(john tardy)
praise me, oh god, things i have done
raise the introspect, wars i have won
rise me, oh god, stand still the end
send in the solace one, wars never end

(necro)
my black magic creates tragic fates like back fractures
upon magistrates
that disagreed with what necro advocates
if you know thugs for 4 g’s you could be c*ked up
involved in orgies on top of pentagrams soaked in goats
blood
with innocent maidens, reciting rituals in a menacing
cadence
i’m blatantly a s*d*st, making me satan’s acquaintance
my sepulchral corporals disobeyin’ court rules, *ssault
bishops
burn ’em with liquid from the cauldron on the altar
with chickens

(necro)
these verses are satanic like salmon rushdie
reading talmud on embalming fluid next to muhammad, the
devil told him to do it
music made for thrashers and gay bashers
we slay fascists, while i parlay puffin’ lavey’s ashes
you’re enslaved to mephisto’s imprisonment
p*ss on monroe’s grave and christen it when i p*ss in
it
blasphemous like baphomet’s t*ts, evil like african
ticks
make the female sacrifice and suck the capricorn’s d*ck
you got pulmonary edema
you’ll soon be buried like gary coleman’s career, but
your skull recovered by fema
attackin’ the mental, walkin’ backwards into temple
gold inverted pentacle, fang platinum dental
magically create tragedy internally
similiar to merlin so your fragile anatomy burns in
h*ll
your permanent murder’s a travesty
sincerely and personally i’m eternally him, his
infernal majesty

(john tardy)
it comes to me
i feel insane
i write the book of corpse
i feel the strain
killing it comes to me
it’s what i do

(necro)
this sh*t’s heavy, like the ill*strations of eliphas
lévi
should’ve left you forever celibate at your briss with
a machete
sick, demented women prance, centered in the pentagram
enter the pit, kill a divine being like glen benton’s
band
importing to miami beach, no law in the streets
i don’t wait for the lord to preach, ’cause god is
dead, according to nietzche
sh*t on christ while the beat rocks
blasting king diamond during the equinox, sacrificin’
peac*cks
a black bar mitzvah, rabinical satanis
a clinically sick cynical clique with banana clips and
bandanas
if your career was killin’ for satan and now you’re
locked up
it’s clear as day you were decieved like ramirez
i have no physical address, i just spiritually manifest
like mystical hat tricks, split in two in a casket and
switch backwards
sammy davis jr. was satanic no less
recruiting many actors and actresses in to the c.o.s

(necro)
l. ron hubbard thought he was satan, you wish you were
me
the scientologist gynecologist doin’ abortions ritually
free masonry’s why michael flipped
tom cruise’s brain is microchipped, they cleared his
mind completely then recycled it
travolta’s been trapped since ’75
before “welcome back, carter!” they soddered his brain
open with blotters
politician occultists hexin’ humans with complex
infections
that bludgeon, ’cause they hold grudges like stryker
from x-men
it be the god like marquis de sade, the priesthood of
mendez
sacrificing chicks like lizzette melendez
like trevor perez and sean martin on fenders
we’re rugged thuggin’ shout to my insaneology members,
die!!!!!!!!!

- letras de necro