I got an issue, and it begins with your life
You'll have a real staring problem once I tear out your eyes
Against me nothing suffices
My basement stores precise replicas of Saw torture devices
Where i silence the laughter
And use graffiti writers amputated fingers as markers
I'm the bastard son of an Unholy father
With self inflicted wounds of stigmata
Balaclava up, an underground mutiny
Closing the curtains on your window of opportunity
Collide with ya crew, emerge out the pile on
Bury you and the rapper that you bit your style from
My stage is compiled of the people I stand on
My nice sides a splitting image of my bad one
Help line queue, I hang on the cord
And when Death comes knocking make you answer the door
Think ya ill? Don't get it confused
Dead men tell no tales, but they walk in my shoes
So many bright ideas, yet you haven't a clue
Hear evil, see evil and speak when you're spoken to
Think ya ill? Don't get it confused
Dead men tell no tales but they walk in my shoes
So many bright ideas yet you haven't a clue
Hear evil, see evil and speak when you're spoken to
Hand me the title and watch me belt a kid
I.S. praise Satan for the hell of it
Cut your tongue out for free, like don't mention it
Write in open waters and commandeer the censorship
I built my house on a dead end
Past the point of no return, my guardian angels hell sent
I drive a hearse, Miss Wuornos rides up front
Ice cold, smoke a bulb and still can't lighten up
Rise at dusk, lay to rest when dawn breaks
I don't court a girl, I just see her at my court dates
Palette is of poor taste, menu has one item
Sweet and sour Long Pork a side of fried ricin
Turn myself in just to claim the reward
And keep the hearts that I've stolen in my chest of drawers
Best be warned I don't repent my actions
I see the devil in the mirror coz my life is lived backwards
Think ya ill? Don't get it confused
Dead men tell no tales but they walk in my shoes
So many bright ideas yet you haven't a clue
Hear evil, see evil and speak when you're spoken to
Think ya ill? Don't get it confused
Dead men tell no tales but they walk in my shoes
So many bright ideas yet you haven't a clue
Hear evil, see evil and speak when you're spoken to
Inveigh Slang - Nocturnal Lyrics
Inveigh Slang - Nocturnal Lyrics
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I got an issue, and it begins with your life
You'll have a real staring problem once I tear out your eyes
Against me nothing suffices
My basement stores precise replicas of Saw torture devices
Where i silence the laughter
And use graffiti writers amputated fingers as markers
I'm the bastard son of an Unholy father
With self inflicted wounds of stigmata
Balaclava up, an underground mutiny
Closing the curtains on your window of opportunity
Collide with ya crew, emerge out the pile on
Bury you and the rapper that you bit your style from
My stage is compiled of the people I stand on
My nice sides a splitting image of my bad one
Help line queue, I hang on the cord
And when Death comes knocking make you answer the door
Think ya ill? Don't get it confused
Dead men tell no tales, but they walk in my shoes
So many bright ideas, yet you haven't a clue
Hear evil, see evil and speak when you're spoken to
Think ya ill? Don't get it confused
Dead men tell no tales but they walk in my shoes
So many bright ideas yet you haven't a clue
Hear evil, see evil and speak when you're spoken to
Hand me the title and watch me belt a kid
I.S. praise Satan for the hell of it
Cut your tongue out for free, like don't mention it
Write in open waters and commandeer the censorship
I built my house on a dead end
Past the point of no return, my guardian angels hell sent
I drive a hearse, Miss Wuornos rides up front
Ice cold, smoke a bulb and still can't lighten up
Rise at dusk, lay to rest when dawn breaks
I don't court a girl, I just see her at my court dates
Palette is of poor taste, menu has one item
Sweet and sour Long Pork a side of fried ricin
Turn myself in just to claim the reward
And keep the hearts that I've stolen in my chest of drawers
Best be warned I don't repent my actions
I see the devil in the mirror coz my life is lived backwards
Think ya ill? Don't get it confused
Dead men tell no tales but they walk in my shoes
So many bright ideas yet you haven't a clue
Hear evil, see evil and speak when you're spoken to
Think ya ill? Don't get it confused
Dead men tell no tales but they walk in my shoes
So many bright ideas yet you haven't a clue
Hear evil, see evil and speak when you're spoken to
You'll have a real staring problem once I tear out your eyes
Against me nothing suffices
My basement stores precise replicas of Saw torture devices
Where i silence the laughter
And use graffiti writers amputated fingers as markers
I'm the bastard son of an Unholy father
With self inflicted wounds of stigmata
Balaclava up, an underground mutiny
Closing the curtains on your window of opportunity
Collide with ya crew, emerge out the pile on
Bury you and the rapper that you bit your style from
My stage is compiled of the people I stand on
My nice sides a splitting image of my bad one
Help line queue, I hang on the cord
And when Death comes knocking make you answer the door
Think ya ill? Don't get it confused
Dead men tell no tales, but they walk in my shoes
So many bright ideas, yet you haven't a clue
Hear evil, see evil and speak when you're spoken to
Think ya ill? Don't get it confused
Dead men tell no tales but they walk in my shoes
So many bright ideas yet you haven't a clue
Hear evil, see evil and speak when you're spoken to
Hand me the title and watch me belt a kid
I.S. praise Satan for the hell of it
Cut your tongue out for free, like don't mention it
Write in open waters and commandeer the censorship
I built my house on a dead end
Past the point of no return, my guardian angels hell sent
I drive a hearse, Miss Wuornos rides up front
Ice cold, smoke a bulb and still can't lighten up
Rise at dusk, lay to rest when dawn breaks
I don't court a girl, I just see her at my court dates
Palette is of poor taste, menu has one item
Sweet and sour Long Pork a side of fried ricin
Turn myself in just to claim the reward
And keep the hearts that I've stolen in my chest of drawers
Best be warned I don't repent my actions
I see the devil in the mirror coz my life is lived backwards
Think ya ill? Don't get it confused
Dead men tell no tales but they walk in my shoes
So many bright ideas yet you haven't a clue
Hear evil, see evil and speak when you're spoken to
Think ya ill? Don't get it confused
Dead men tell no tales but they walk in my shoes
So many bright ideas yet you haven't a clue
Hear evil, see evil and speak when you're spoken to
Writer: Inveigh Slang
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