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letra de ode of death - glass house ent . (osiris & adekt)

verse 1: (osiris)

(yeah, gl-ss house, uhh yo!)
your faculty is indited with severed heads//
punctured led//
hammer nails throughout my skull like pinhead//
an bloodline of h-llion conception//
our act of valor’s no deception//
visual prophecy determines//
what’s to take over the present//
a cast of black magic to open gates of dark crescents//
in wish i come with its blessed fulfilled perspective//
there ain’t good or evil only flesh with the pleasure to wreck it//
display excessive lascivious after spirits have crossed intersections, to other realms//
bring your existence to h-ll//
i’ll swell your throat to k!ll you like an allergic reaction//
you get subtracted off this individual fraction//
for you worship the mistaken allah you’ve become a distraction//
i’ll strike you all famine//
your fetus within will feast off organs like your abdomen//
remain the unaffected f-cking catalyst//
when damaging//
suicidal ravishment//
the pleasures of inflicting you pain is my attraction b-tch//
expect a reign of havoc off demonic actions//
physical suffer in your womb that’s similar to contractions//
to cause you distress is a f-cking habit//
your a b-tch, so when you die to a female you’ll reincarnate//
i am the sp-wn of saints//
who burn in scorching flames//
i am the face of pain//
and trust you don’t know pain//
until the day you’ve come across my f-cking face//
that ill implant physically in your brain//
i’m to determine your faith//
drink the blood of a teens slit wrist//
your life is a glitch//
omegas of 666//
my goons walk through black mist//
your spirits at risk//
i’ll scratch you f-ggots with, needles like vinyls on turntables to rest you in p-ss// (b-tch!)

verse 2: (adekt)

(ha, uhh adekt m-th-f-ckas, yeah!)
lead vocalist//
metropolis enchanted by my vocal chords//
over moral borders//
flow through beats like erythrocytes//
instrumental necropolis//
i know you feel the vibe//
but feel it while you can these be murderous rhymes//
pack a dime whiff lines//
cut throats float souls//
chewing on your t–th diabolical breed!//
heed from the heathen//
even if you don’t believe it//
who else do you know that talks about the sixes//
the misfits//
the sick kids//
six o’clock crucifixes//
afflict you with whips//
factual myths//
hew putrid meat//
break reality//
of, contaminated physiology//
it’s a six trilogy//
verbally enlightening//
humans on profanity//
death strikes inevitably//
when the blood jets out scorched arteries//
it’s marvelous to see, you dressed drenched with platelets//
personally//
i think it’s jealousy//
when critics speak against us//
but i ain’t tripping on em cause once the guns bust//
i’ll dispose of em like crust//
but that’s just us//
unhealthy personality like//
when a b-tch shows l-st//
ain’t no stopping what they started//
we ain’t stopping till they p-ss//
bust nuts on the guts//
i f-ck the b-tch’s cuts//
prep a hymn with a grin for the angel of sin//
spit odes of elaborate rank//
prestige individual//
foo’s jock the style//
i guess they be the mutual//
to me your sh-t is mild//
you’ll find its unusual//
the way i spit it casual//
like shroom looped visuals//
(adekt m-th-f-ckas uhh!)

- glass house ent osiris adekt

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