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[Verse 1: The Deevil's Advocate] I generated the demons I'm possessed by Leave you bound to a chair with a twist tie I'm above the law I created I'm above what I've dictated I'm on the next inter-dimensional plane of psychopathy You would need to develop a new realm to copy me Hold your tounge, or I'll remove it and hold it for you I know what's to come, I held your life before you Convincing the populous he is a lie was the Devil's only mistake Omnipotence is modesty, honestly, this is evil for evil's sake Angels sacrifice demons to me, stitching body bags with the fabric of time, that's seamless to me Fuck art, this is ubiquitous dictum Watch the darkness seep into my victim Universally infamous, envelop a black hole Twisted omniscience, so I already thought about remembering dismembering your carcass while you're still whole I corrupt absolute power, conquer the Romans and their numerals to know the absolute hour Quantumly haunting, already thought to think that I never thought Greek gods would taste so sour I'm beyond disturbed, ever-present but alone in my mind Funny being alone in something I've lost, all-seeing but metaphysically blind Karma may be a bitch, but she didn't put up much of a fight Life was even easier, I drank her blood last night Why be a king when you can devour the soul of a god I'm the next breed of mythology, I myself acknowledge me, it's kinda odd In a straight jacket sleeping on a bed of nails, insanity manages me, as I it Overseer of all dark arts, so much so I can alter your sacrifice, keep everyone blind by a third eye writ Decimate a world via mayhem, resemblance of an under lord, lack of penance like an overlord I blurred the line in blood Stopped time with a flood Lower down to a place where a black sea is the ceiling The ground is barbed mist and the shadows know what you're feeling My throne is dismantled kingdoms and cognizant corpses Soundless dead air moves in reverse counter to coarse winds I conquer civilizations before they materialize Dark tears stream up eyes, accompanied by imperial cries I attract the worst and corrupt the best I make use of what falls into place, and you use the rest The greater the power, the greater the abuse Crawl in the cage or define to me your use [Verse 2: gamemast15r] I was born as the abortion of a thousand psychopaths Fuck Jesus, you know I don't believe in the righteous path I mean for fucks sake I've killed people for a livin' It doesn't matter; babysitters, old men, innocent children My first crime was a homeless man on the corner Sucking dick for crack, no one would miss him, cause he jumped the border Cut off both of his arms and caressed him on the cheek While he's screaming bloody murder for the rest of the week I dumped his body at the garden, ate the forbidden fruit Cannibalized his corpse, then looked for hidden loot Always down for violence, followed the killer's code of silence I hacked away at corpses to the sound of violins One day I was approached by a man at my flat at Hell's Kitchen The man said "I've seen your handiwork, but I think your kinda slippin' I have a proposition, and I feel you may agree That you should give your soul to this deity" I said why the fuck not, he gave me everything I wanted Fame, Glory, all of it; there wasn't nothing that wasn't flaunted One day he asked me to kill a man he knew personally He said "you know what type of person he be Fucking loyal, and for him that's not good He helped give attention to commandments that was carried out on wood" You mean stone? "I don't give a fuck what it is, just make sure you that when you kill him, you kill his kids" So I went off, broke into his house and killed them in their sleep Except his wife Mary, who turned out tricks on the street Gave testimony and she said she saw my face Her figure gave me cravings again for a particular taste I shot her in the chest, pulled her fucking heart out attached with her breasts Ate it with Fava Beans until the time of my arrest On Death Row now, waiting for Lethal Injection Managed to sneak in a knife without detection Before I died, I managed to drag someone down to hell with me Before I was shot, I heard the crack of his skull splitting I started bleeding, and saw the art I've made Then I saw the blood on the ground that I used for the paint For my last crime I went to Home Depot to by some rope My only regret is that I didn't lynch the fucking pope He came to me when my life flashed before my eyes Said he came to take me home, walked through the door of lies Saw the truth, that through killing whores with pliers He was my fucking father, and I saw the floor on fire He said that I was perfect, he told me he was proud Told me no one has ever killed Jesus without a sound Met all of my role models, became best friends with Ted Bundy And I torture Judas like I give bad news, very bluntly I could use something worse, but I guess that will suffice I left a legacy of horror, I am the Anti-Christ