Insane Poetry – You Will Die
Genre Rap

LYRIC
You Will Die

Verse 1Insane Poetry

You will die, I am the flesh eater [flesh eater
The gangrene flow, my nigga, I sweat ether
Beneath the surface of the West Coast where we chose phenomenal
Spit poisonous darts at your abdominal
Yes, the abominable, nigga, we're ominous
WorldStar leave it, sacred in these pages
The hatred is simple everybody want a taste
But I'm precipitation I rain like Henry The Eighth
Got banjees to make collabing with LSP
It's never nothin, you know it was my destiny
So I can spread my sickness from a distance to bury ya
Sick with my lyrical malaria
Tropical fever when I'm poppin' these heaters
It was me the light bearer that brought 'em to Jesus [Rape!
I come to mangle you heathens
As I ride with you lizards the fallen angels and demons

ChorusInsane Poetry

I'm insane! Crazy! Stab you in the neck
Filet you with a knife or just cut you with a TEC
So insane! Crazy! It's lyric suicide
Insane Poetry, my nigga, you will die
I'm insane! Crazy! Stab you in the neck
Filet you with a knife or just cut you with a TEC
So insane! Crazy! It's lyric suicide
Insane Poetry, my nigga, you will die

Verse 2Insane Poetry

Understand who's the merciless
My .44 caliber cannons come and burst your ears
It's Andrew Berkowitz, the man who murks your kids
Down with the wicked clowns and Juggalos, but they ain't from the circuses
We paintin' faces on the surfaces
Psychopaths by nature with knives and got the skills of a surgeon's wrist
Precise with the mic when I slice your face like cold cuts
Heroin flow to your veins, I leave you froze up
Hold up! It's the birth of Satan's son
First awaitin' him, Damien, speaking off an ancient tongue
This is the future, my nigga, them dark angels come
Pyromaniacs with pistols, check how we blazin' guns
Mr. Berkowitz, oh I love the taste of blood
If I don't do it let my minions razor blade your mug
Mass murder that's my sacred love
Swallow these bullets like snails without shells, come taste these slugs

ChorusInsane Poetry

I'm insane! Crazy! Stab you in the neck
Filet you with a knife or just cut you with a TEC
So insane! Crazy! It's lyric suicide
Insane Poetry, my nigga, you will die
I'm insane! Crazy! Stab you in the neck
Filet you with a knife or just cut you with a TEC
So insane! Crazy! It's lyric suicide
Insane Poetry, my nigga, you will die

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