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letra de i wrote an art about it - insane poetry

[verse 1: insane poetry]
i’m richard hanson and manson mixed with mr. hyde (mr. hyde)
i can’t deny, i’m a hybrid of all the sickest guys (all the sickest guys)
visualize all the randoms that was victimized (victimized)
didn’t see me coming with knives, oh, what a big surprise (big surprise)
you see, i jot it all down inside my book of blood
every event that i went to, i took the gloves (took the gloves)
i’m inside your house in the kitchen waiting, antic-p-ting multiple ways, prefer asphyxiation (asphyxiation)
drag their bodies out back to where my van is waiting
call me the cleaner, i’m like sanitation
perhaps i channel satan from the words that this heathen spit
i’m a psycho you ain’t learned how to reason with (reason with)
straight sn-tched out your residence and left no evidence
no struggle, it was done eloquent
drove ’em out to a place, desolate
tonight, four died with dead bodies left on the roadside (on the roadside)

[chorus: insane poetry]
violent art is my work, i wrote a book about it
to leave ’em under the earth, i wrote a book about it
to make your jugular squirt, i wrote a book about it
how to feed my animal thirst, i wrote a book about it
violent art is my work, i wrote a book about it
to leave ’em under the earth, i wrote a book about it
to make your jugular squirt, i wrote a book about it
how to feed my animal thirst, i wrote a book about it
[verse 2: insane poetry]
yeah, this is your grim reality
i pen insanity that skins your anatomy (your anatomy)
i write the sins on this tapestry, and tell you how i did it before they come and capture me
wicked k!llagraphy written inside my handbook
with instructions of leaving meat on a d-mn hook
punish the pariah, leave ’em bleeding from the ribs
and get with hex rated then we feed ’em to the pigs (to the pigs)
my art is just violent so i just paint it red
inside my lair of the cen0bites where their faces bled
you got caught in a rabbit hole that was y’alls mistake
while i’m fighting these demons ’cause of my fall from grace (fall from grace)
got you trapped in my h-ll once you saw the gates
and you knew it was chaos, how i brought the faith
the many stories that i write behind the caution tape
from knowing h-ll, i am horrorcore’s holy grail

[chorus: mc bushpig]
this is the art of gore, ya f-ckwits
carcass p-rn, your c-nt’s slit
asses torn and punctured
butchered for consumption
splatter rape, fetish rap
m-st-rbate death, slash
genital mutations, spittin’ rotten phrases
leave your c-cks deformed and crush tits
carve the wh0res to stumps, b-tch
harness rectal functions ’till human forms redundant
smash your date, rip your flaps, stab the gaped flesh gash
violent penetrations, blood dripping from your -n-s
this is the art of gore, you f-ckwits
carcass p-rn, your c-nt’s slit
asses torn and punctured
butchered for consumption
splatter rape, fetish rap
m-st-rbate death, slash
genital mutations, spittin’ rotten phrases
leave your c-cks deformed and crush tits
carve the wh0res to stumps, b-tch
harness rectal functions ’til human forms redundant
smash your date, rip your flaps, stab the gaped flesh gash
violent penetrations, blood dripping from your -n-s
[verse 3: mc bushpig]
modify my patients, forcing surgical replacements
defecating on the faces, plastic sl-ts are for enslavements
carve the body to a sump and spray my seed as i deface them
-n-l raping servants locked in cages, in pools of faeces i contain them
slay them, slowly laying waste to useless reproductive structures
carve their bodies, playing with their fruitless loins like a conductor
scr-pe the holes, my blade invades the putrid syphilitic dungeon
i save the folded draping l-b–, sl-ts are tight until their conquered
bl–dy baton in my hand, i use it as a battering ram
running red upon my hands, use humans like sacrificial lambs
orchestrate the decomposing slits to feed my sick demands
torture, stain, and k!ll the chosen
force their prolapse, give ’em no chance
you’ll worship my c-ck like an idol, i take time to f-ck while i cull
fondle lacerated love handles, i’m a vandal with my mandibles
p-ssy juice i milk like cattle, inferior genitals used like animals
all their v-g-n-l fruits dismantled, trampled into the dirt like landfill
gutted and severed, the corpses beheaded
left covered with s-m-n with weapons embedded
i cut out your gender, your genitals’ shredded
dress women in jizm, c-ck venom injected
i strangle, flail, and crucify, slamming nails into the eyes
random impalings bring demise, gambling with your useless lives
this vicious unedited necrophile butchery
scriptures of death re-enacted in k!lling sprees
p-ss in your face as i slaughter my enemies
sh-t on the br–sts and eat out of the dead p-ssy
slaying all, defile them horribly
enslaving -n-l wh0res for sodomy
scr-pe pink walls, my slime drips vomiting
shaping incisions in ritual b-gg-ry

- insane poetry

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