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letra de on demon time - insane poetry

[chorus: insane poetry]
from out the dark when he creeps (he creeps)
that stench of death that he reeks (he reeks)
the language of pain that he speaks
watch his blood get drained in these sinks
i’m on demon time (i’m on demon time)
from out the dark when he creeps (he creeps)
that stench of death that he reeks (he reeks)
the language of pain that he speaks (he speaks)
watch his blood get drained in these sinks
i’m on demon time
[verse 1: insane poetry]
i’m in my van with binoculars watching every move
that you’re making, and i have to say, i’m not every dude
in fact, i’m different, my symptoms is just so very cruel
when i catch you i have to implement every tool (every tool)
that i have in my briefcase at my disposal
you look like a beefsteak when i pry you open
blood eagle i’ll leave you, see your spine is bulging right from out the back of your ribcage and displayed
you’re a victim of a violent moment (violent moment)
you’re witnessing descension and my atonement
the demons that appeared in my mind tonight are spoken
to my darkest of thoughts i have divine devotion
devil h-rns, i’m scorned, see i just sniffed a line
you’ve been warned i was born to leave yo innards fried (innards fried)
got ’em sinning for they lives while they running naked (huh)
insane poetry, you saw me in a bl–dy apr-n

[chorus: insane poetry]
from out the dark when he creeps (he creeps)
that stench of death that he reeks (he reeks)
the language of pain that he speaks (he speaks)
watch his blood get drained in these sinks
i’m on demon time (i’m on demon time)
from out the dark when he creeps (he creeps)
that stench of death that he reeks (he reeks)
the language of pain that he speaks (he speaks)
watch his blood get drained in these sinks
i’m on demon time (i’m on demon time)
[verse 2: lex the hex master]
h.k. baby, lsp family, let’s go
yo, i’m predictable (yeah), and that’s literal
your bars got no energy, mortal kombat, i finish you
fire coming in intervals, ripping through every inch of you
lex spitting the truth with a liver full of that n-gga juice (punk b-tch)
so allow me to introduce the living proof
right to your dome, that coma you know this can induce (go ahead)
i keep the mercury rising until it hit the roof (all the way up)
you wanna cut up? i start from the eyes and split in two
so what you wanna do? (what you wanna do?)
i got a shallow grave (yeah), and a busted tombstone with your name engraved (yeah)
you better say your hail mary’s and amazing grace (let’s go)
flower bringing, the sky’s cloudy, and gray today
try to stay awake, you probably wouldn’t wanna miss this (nah)
your boy’s already dead, don’t worry about no witness (shh)
i got some heat, that’ll turn your brains into liquid (i.p.)
you take your time, don’t k!ll ’em with the quickness (ahh)

[chorus: insane poetry]
from out the dark when he creeps (he creeps)
that stench of death that he reeks (he reeks)
the language of pain that he speaks (he speaks)
watch his blood get drained in these sinks
i’m on demon time (i’m on demon time)
from out the dark when he creeps (he creeps)
that stench of death that he reeks (he reeks)
the language of pain that he speaks (he speaks)
watch his blood get drained in these sinks
i’m on demon time (i’m on demon time)
[verse 3: insane poetry]
call me azazel, i done possessed a lot of y’all
but it don’t really work unless they really off the wall
it makes it better when they in the same frequency as i am
you know that i bring that pain energy (energy)
tonight’s the night she will get slain in her sleep
unaware till i put the sharp thing in her meat
multiple times in her flesh, and then repeat
then wrap her bl–dy body neatly in the sheets
i’m always on demon time, see my h-rns glisten
what was the feeling like before the knife tore in ’em (knife tore in ’em)
i can’t stop the f-cking rage at my core
driven off of deranged thoughts, yeah, i made poor decisions
f-ck ’em all, i cut ’em and make more incisions
i ain’t shy, i do it right there before his children
see my insatiable appetite is off the richter
as i lay out my tools that i bought to k!ll ya

[outro: lex the hex master]
that’s what we do baby
don’t get it f-cked up
shadow gang in this b-tch, h.k
lsp!
run it again insane poetry still ripping ’em the motherf-ck apart (motherf-ck apart)
it takes a special kind of demon with no soul to just go out and just snuff people (snuff people)

- insane poetry

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