Song: You Will Die
Year: 2017
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[Verse 1: Insane 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 swing, we choose phenomenal
Spit poisonous darts at your abdominal
Yes, the abominable, nigga, we're ominous
Rose star of David sacred in this matrix
The hatred is simple everybody want a taste
But I'm precipitation I reign like Henry The Eighth (The Eighth)
Got binges 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 (malaria)
Tropical fever when I'm poppin' them heaters
It was me the light bearer that brought 'em to Jesus (Pray!)
I come to mangle you heathens
As I ride with the lizards to fallen angels and demons

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
I'm insane! Crazy! Stab you in the neck
Filet you with the knife or just clap you with the 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 the knife or just clap you with the TEC
So insane! Crazy! It's lyric suicide
Insane Poetry, my nigga, you will die
[Verse 2: Insane Poetry]
Understand who's the merciless
My .44 caliber cannons come and burst yo ass
It's Andrew Berkowitz, the man who murks your kids
Down with the wicked clowns and Juggalos, but they ain't from the circuses (ah)
We paintin' faces on the surfaces
Psychopaths by nature with knives and got the skills of a surgeon's wrist (yeah)
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
Earth's awaitin' 'em, Damien, speaking off an ancient tongue
This is the future, my nigga, them dark angels come
Pyromaniacs with pistols, check how we blazin' guns (blazin' guns)
Mr. Berkowitz, oh I love the taste of blood
If I don't do it let my minions razor blade your mug (razor blade your mug)
Mass murder that's my sacred love
Swallow these bullets like snails without shells, come taste these slugs

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

( Insane Poetry )
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