Thee Cipher

[Verse 1: CarnifexS] Vicodin striking me, scythe in the psychic shit Eyed on the side of me, colliding fight, it’s fit Red everywhere the Beretta hit, better beware the Mercedes with Setters of bets where death be the end, shred the best where the standard is Position the witch in the stitching machine and coalition is with it Mortician’s religion is itching for seams and no mission is sticking To the brain dead head of Jack’s drunken savages, provoked Two deranged weds led that mass murder massacre for hope Fuck, was that too much or was it good blood? Must orbit school buses, ragged hood getup Shootings unexpectedly occur, gatted through the shuts Gruesome gunned dead scene is worse than to imbue guts [Verse 2: Murkman] Aight, let’s get it poppin' off with some twenties, speaking of age, this ain’t gonna be sweet What did you think this was gon' be niggas, caramel corn? Or them airhead blondies Who probably don’t know what’s menstruating? I’ll tell you what’s strenuous Makes men stress, it’s when pop-tards like y'all have me unload a full clip – here’s gun porn I’ll combust you snuff fuckboys, until you hear the kernels in your bars, like ears of corn There’s too much of it in the shit ignoramuses write, has me believe Hopsin’s penning your fuck wit, scripts Who ironically contain no wit, their parents conceived as a brainchild when they were fuckin' Would’ve been "Better Off Dead”, without that soft served ice cream shit This ain’t the movies, get out of your margins? I’ll direct my shooting team to cut you down into fun size And the film will roll, as for the ending? That’s “It” like the red nose, of you scrawny rapper clowns I’m official the way I rap circles, like Monica’s orifice all up on Clinton’s ovals Similarly how dopemen slobber over pipes, I'm nastier than them both How I hock on the mic with my hemoptysis vocals, I have in these cords, is just bloodsport That can harm you half-ass, have-nots in this harrowing flow You homoerotic, haphazard hacks, got that Hepatitis H-type of skill When it comes to sounding akin to ass on record, needing some hearing AIDS in your skulls You’re butthurt, what the fuck’s worse? Sucking on each other’s mics onstage? Pussies sounding, as if they're "Vaginal Monologues", invaded by a bukkake troupe Funny, cause the way you boy scouts enunciate words, more as eunuchs giving fellatio Your group requires analgesics, when I analyze how fecal that your bang-gang is to, on analogies Next time you wanna step? Don’t be Pac at D.U. as their fag dancer, to challenge me To end my car-eer, there’ll be no Dodg-ing or ramming, so avoid the tailgating [Verse 3: Didact] There’s a lot shit hidden, written in books and chapters Decisions for censorship denying sense like a pastor is Pastor says follow the word of God to know the God Who murdered all to refresh the breathe of the human cause Got laws, inscriptions in stones Known to the bone by Orthodox drones Confined to the space of they homes Soon to see mankind fall like checkmate pieces Erected dominoes, your kids won’t know Santa ain’t the only one bringing snow, cops planting dough On black man, the hood know, they bringing the tools Wanting war, the perfect horror core, Obama wants our guns Took everything, now the boy wanting more Shit, declaration of Martial Law Watching America and her sister countries fall like a New Year ball Keep watch, guarantee Big brother he never stop Get it, we the pawns, chess game on table top Wait till they label us, say we friends then toss right under the bus All for the greed, hunger and lust Just reflect on the history of man, avoid distractions No relaxing, stay aware, swear to whoevers name you speak through the air Prayer to what you believe is stronger than scams like Obamacare Label me, conspiracy theory Scared what I speak is recognized as eerie The fear in man blinds the thought process we own This the type of shit that should be written on fucking stone [Verse 4: The Deevil's Advocate] Suffering, pain and misery Literally encompassed by morbidity The scheming emo, my prayers are a curse Like I'm Tim Tebow, kneeling in reverse Here I come so get theft prevention for your soul Lower down the lotion when I put you right in a hole Life is a stage-- But how the fuck could you play me if you don't know your role? I'm a villain with out the monologue Popping Ritalin in a synagogue I've been getting panties knotted like the noose I'm gonna be hung from Try to make it to my level, I'll crush your fingers once you hit the top rung Dancing with death as I confess this Atonement and penance don't flow with my murderous essence Try to catch my underhanded vibes You're typing shit? I'm backhanding your scribes Stacking chips, counting cards and gambling with lives They sat me down, told me to sign the contract and abdicate But with these body bags convulsing it's hard to concentrate With one flick of this wicked pen I cast a curse If you're jeans were any tighter your capillaries would burst Light it up, sacrifice em' to Moloch like a Canaanite Leave their corpses roasting in the anthracite One hand on the spine as my index slides in a line Reciting the Malleus Maleficarum, witchery in it's prime Demonic product of a botched seance in the back of a Best Buy There should be supernatural supervision for the demons I'm possessed by Somebody grab the manic handlers and a fire hose of holy water Neck in a noose while I burn at the steak, execution for my life of wholly slaughter My quill's drowning in ink, well, better call Lassie, hmph? Speaking pithy sayings that throw a hex, my sinister axiom I'll devour all of your squad's souls, whole, entrap them in my mind Shatter a grandfather clock, lost track of time Your rap squad couldn't mean less to me, they're all another step in my recipe I'm sicker than kuru, blood streaming like Hulu Find a corpse, exhume and consume, doing the cannibalism for the voodoo Syringes, scalpels and hacksaws, awake during surgery, who knew? Hanging in hell fire, heathens, heretics and hieroglyphics In the middle of summoning revenants with hired mystics Hanging from a ceiling fan, with wrists slit, suicidally sadistic Hell of a heathen heckling halfhearted helpless hellions Rest assured I'm causing unrest, sparking rebellions This is black magic bitch, brewing potions with the alchemy You cannot match this level, might as well bow to me You wanna fuck with us, you must have no interest in living Got a phone for speed dialing individuals who do professional sinning Didact'll arrange it, Murk'll murder em', Carnifex'll chop em' up, and I'll eat the limbs Toss a toaster in my bloodbath washing off my sins We're the masterminds of mayhem Constantly debauching your brain stem