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:: IX ::
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My creations
are lava, the wicked image scholar.
The author composing your broken bones into an orchestra.
Burn in Heaven, no weapon can harm me,
these emotions been in the closet so long I could donate
them to Salvation Army.
Calmly tearing your flesh like the claws of a falcon.
Creating pics till my wrist delelops Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.
And there's no feeling in my right thumb, my knuckles white
and numb.
You shoud see the muscular development in my forearms.
Call yourself a trooper?
Im like an aircraft carrier going to war with a mini cooper.
In god you trust, non of you.
I'm the murdering minister when god is upset at you.
Right on schedule, what my laptop spits isnt always comprehensible.
"IX" always the best, today he's exceptional.
Hear the smotherless pain?
Im the main attraction in a circus. How I can juggle your
jugular vein?
I stumble and aim if you merely just whisper my name.
Isn't it strange it doesn't change? I'm a beast.
The hungriest manipulator alive, picking human flesh out
of my teeth.
CRUSH...FUCK...CREATE!
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