The Black Wings of Apocalypse

Lyrics

[ILL BILL] The black wings of apocalypse, designer of viruses Combine Ebola and psoriasis, undeniable nihilist Stab you with ice, thermal nuclear damage device Uncle Howie and thirty goons gangbangin' your wife Born to fuck the Whores of Babylon, morbid marathon It's torture man of God, lost His religion, torn and cast aside The monarch to the kingdom of the dead Images of twisted and disfigured lips and heads visit him in bed Witnesses have said, He never had a conscious Laughed in private of arrays, an insatiable appetite for random violence Laced with hollows in the age of quarrel My brain is like a runaway train with outrageous cargo Beware thou what protects me was made to harm you I'm the architype forever be displayed in marble Half logical, the other half insane and horrible The combination of cash, cocaine and prostitutes [Goretex] I keep it goremet, emptyin' clips in broad day Kicking your door, I'm empty like the morgue of LaVey Disappearing acts where magic's panoramic on K My display theatres of fortress, all my whores are the stage Duck tape and drillbits, tied-up titties enslaved Murder you with the same hand I piss with, whipping out blades Blood butcher, rap Randy Rhoads, more axes than Overlook Hooks in the stomach, buckets of blood hung for the hoes to look Desolate, never trust a killer on meth With a grimace like Vandross and a hammer like Richard Speck Inverted crosses, visions of Moses holdin' his chest Vampurity to southern road with her teeth all up in his flesh She cauterized her left breast for the ritual Asphyxiation the tear reflex tested by criminals City of in the stream, my chi is invisible The world is gonna know my name, not just the physical [Mr. Hyde] Let the bludgeoning begin, fuck your blood caked carcasses Bucking through your skin empty AK cartridges Unsanitary severed limbs circulate, under mud Buried deep, cops will find your vertebrate Got lockpicks for latches, Aerosol and matches Amputation time with broadswords and hatchets Splatterfest, bloodfeast, carnival of corpses The soundtrack to morgues where the coroner is nauseous Tyrant's asylum, screwdrivin' knives in necks 'till you rest in death from the violence Can't call my dogs off Sickles and sawzalls slice you Like doctors cut umbilical cords off I'm on you like sawed off, spitting at point blank More rugged than warlords inflicting a groin shank Horsemen with every bloody fetish in the books Hands holding meathooks getting ready to jux [Necro] Good evening, we serving horse meat with seasoning Diseased and bleeding with lesions, force-feed you excretion Releaving your starving pain like Carpenter, I'm carving veins Close your curtains, I'm lurking like maggots and larvae in drains I'm alone in space, cloning a race of demons That'll break every bone in your face, your dome in a brace Blaze a path through the nation quick, praise the map Give you a razorbath like an Asian exploitation flick Machetes scalp your meat, this beat is molten heat Compete with my fleet, I shred you like Garry Holt on Leeds For kids that do shit on the block, shootin' cops To billions in future stocks, I strangle you with putrid socks I only fuck with vicious bitches, snitches get stitches Then they get chopped up into one of Albert Fish's dishes Burn you with heat like the equator's cross My laser turns you into cremated puffs, disintegrated dust