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letra de gods of war - insane poetry

[chorus: cyco]

we are the gods of war!
yes! the carnivores!
eat flesh with sharp teeth!
we got piranha jaws!
cyco and sutter kain!
bible of what’s insane!
we’ll axe your babies to it!
it’s gladiator music!
we be the gods of war!
yes! the carnivores!
eat flesh with sharp teeth!
we got piranha jaws!
cyco and sutter kain!
bible of what’s insane!
we’ll axe your babies to it!
it’s gladiator music!

[verse: cyco]

i guess wickedly, crop with the tombs
after consumption of shrooms
leaving you punks in the room with m-ss a puncture wounds
cyco, the name alone brings nothing but doom
don’t you f-cking -ssume
that i won’t kidnap your wife and leave her stucked in a room
strapped to a bear trap, racked around
while sn-tcher ’bout to snap and get to crushing her wound
while all the other remain chained to a lead pipe
bite her ankles with only a hacksaw
homie, i’m that raw
you got 60 seconds to hack off your foot then
get your broad in check, before she gets the jaws of death
you may have brought the best, athlete within the walls of nest
the impact of the bear traps snap have left her in a bowl of flesh
it’s the m-ss murder architect raps
demigod strapped with tnt blasting your synagogue
peeling your flesh back until the skin is raw, psycho angelo
what rhymes with a slice across your melted down bone
we are not the same, i am a monster
the industry is mine, i can not conquer vision your bodies being burn at the state
your little village being pillaged, no concern with your faith
we are the worst people, we came to hurt people
cursed evil, throw your pastor at alter church evil
duck tape your family, hear them scream silently
the black winged demon from the main dynasty
god of thunder, the great gene simmons but more morbid
sh-t, i raped 18 women, ate 18 women
leaving no shred of evidence
it was sweet pick the meat from my teeth
this is sick f-cked music at it’s finest
pure war, never peace
you know what time it is
nsd sh-t, b-tch, bound to sell
it’s a war up in heaven and i party down in h-ll, b-tches

[chorus: cyco]

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