Mahatma
12-30-05, 10:35 PM
I'll leave you permanently bewildered with a terminal illness
burgle, burn down your building and shoot sperm on your children
Murder civilians with local police officers watching
lock god in a coffin for him to toboggan off the top of Ares rock in
Hold Satan hostage at the bottom frost bitten
caused by a snow drift from the blizzard I'm spiting
Ridiculous writtens your forbidden to envision
all I want now's a small child with Puff Daddy's mouth to piss in
I'm driven by the same conviction that kills my victims
the only difference is I'll only give in when a f*cking coma kicks in
Your Homer Simpson with the humour missing
I'm a brain donor growing a tumour for the new recipient
Too resistant to flu's and sickness
so I use these scissors to brutally abuse my liver
Any punk who chooses to throw a punch
gets cut the f*ck up and cooked, we can discuss it over lunch
I'll abduct your oldest son, tell him you sold his mum
go over to where your from and give your sister a swollen cunt
And if your known to run at the first sign of trouble
I like to play with my food, you made my appetite double
Stab a knife in your middle, watch your insides dribble
and open your f*cking skull with a cosh the size of a missile
I'm not the type to just diss you, go off like it don't matter
I'm more the type to go after everyone in your life that matters
Squash your wife with a tracker, stop your life with a dagger
knock the life out your parents and set alight the sh*te that their wearing
Alot of spite I ain't sharing, friends not surprised what their hearing
get connected to a jet and have a twelve hour flight by your ear rings
My album shelf life'll be infinite to put it simply
I'm a living dream, you'll need a pair of shearers to pinch me
Tear the stratosphere with shear syntax
word placement to have Shakespeare's eyelids pined back
And if you think that you'd have one f*cking hope
I'm not a joke, I'm evil, a sleeping ghost... that got provoked.
burgle, burn down your building and shoot sperm on your children
Murder civilians with local police officers watching
lock god in a coffin for him to toboggan off the top of Ares rock in
Hold Satan hostage at the bottom frost bitten
caused by a snow drift from the blizzard I'm spiting
Ridiculous writtens your forbidden to envision
all I want now's a small child with Puff Daddy's mouth to piss in
I'm driven by the same conviction that kills my victims
the only difference is I'll only give in when a f*cking coma kicks in
Your Homer Simpson with the humour missing
I'm a brain donor growing a tumour for the new recipient
Too resistant to flu's and sickness
so I use these scissors to brutally abuse my liver
Any punk who chooses to throw a punch
gets cut the f*ck up and cooked, we can discuss it over lunch
I'll abduct your oldest son, tell him you sold his mum
go over to where your from and give your sister a swollen cunt
And if your known to run at the first sign of trouble
I like to play with my food, you made my appetite double
Stab a knife in your middle, watch your insides dribble
and open your f*cking skull with a cosh the size of a missile
I'm not the type to just diss you, go off like it don't matter
I'm more the type to go after everyone in your life that matters
Squash your wife with a tracker, stop your life with a dagger
knock the life out your parents and set alight the sh*te that their wearing
Alot of spite I ain't sharing, friends not surprised what their hearing
get connected to a jet and have a twelve hour flight by your ear rings
My album shelf life'll be infinite to put it simply
I'm a living dream, you'll need a pair of shearers to pinch me
Tear the stratosphere with shear syntax
word placement to have Shakespeare's eyelids pined back
And if you think that you'd have one f*cking hope
I'm not a joke, I'm evil, a sleeping ghost... that got provoked.