The Philosophy of Horror

I was Albert Eiensteins mind, I was Italy's fine wine I was working with God when he defined time I was there when the guns first let off There when they cut King Charles head off There when the CIA battled the crack And the tradgedy and triumph of Geronimo Pratt Punch a faggot til his nose bleed heavy Dead'em all then I escape in green chevy I merk your wisdom, spit a dart at you to hurt your vision Put you in the worst position in a turkish prison Yeah... and my intention is to waste y'all And cover your body with stitches like a baseball I fucking lace y'all with the word of the sword And leaving you bleeding in a ditch while you serving the lord You deserve to be mauled by an army of bees Just another faggot dead in his army fatigues Fuck ya crucifix, your religion and its uselessness Your propaganda is more wickeder than luciphers Islamic scientists predicted the computer chips I spit a rap at you to rock you like Medusa's lips You fucking goons are sick, and y'all can see that And y'all are my sons like Ebrahim and Eshak So lets take a walk through the tivest town I'm the divine science of the light and the sound I'm the sublime giant with the right to the crown I'm the divine tyrant and I'm striking you down So I teach my kin to attack the beast For trying to hide me from the 4th book of Maccabees You wack MC's catch a hook to the head Cause y'all don't know about the tibetan book of the dead You don't know about anything that's important About the dead sea scrolls found in Jordan About the way that you conduct yourself in Satan's wrath But I don't fuck with you, you walking down the pagan's path I'm a swordsmen, the apocolypse horsemen What makes me smile is another's misfortune I like to see your body in flames scortchin' I like to see a part of your brain auctioned I like to see inside of your main organs I like to see inside of your veins pourin' I find beauty in another's pain I find beauty in the spirit of god but I don't fuckin' change I find serenity in torture My thoughts are too pure for the human mind to author Its called God Consciousness Its a level beyond the gods marred thoughtlessness I stay ready for the combat While the ignorant praying and they wondering where they god at I stay ready for the combat While the ignorant praying and they wondering where they god at