What m I tell ya, Let me give you little inside information about God! He's lamely sick fucking asshole! He is tightass, he's insaneass! He is absolutely lamelord, wish of that? Never!
[Verse I: Alzymerz] In the garden of heathens, you go gagging my semen I leave your arms bleeding, my team more harmful than demon I pricked your gosple of the life on the outer of ghostblood, Your throat cuts, and leave your body leap like a pone cut, Sodom nuts, just like a fact if you dawn us The talking glaze bear close to bear, close to throat cut Its Hyde and Dyad Souls sticking knifes inside your skull Then we laughing like a trolls, when your life is like coat The lyrical terrorists who never bleeding the fest You weak as the bitch, you crumble when i'll beat you with cyst My cleaver is sheave, surprising makes you look like astaved You bleeding too quick and drain you with the cripple in hitch You pricked with stiff, your bodyparts is keeps in my frame Then it's a my stake go tripping for my teeth and my lips We tasting decease until I'll leave your body deep in the ditch Hyde and Dyad drinking blood like linches in deed
[Chorus: Dyad Souls x2] Drag you in our garden of heathens, It's the starting your bleeding, Cut starting increasing, wound starting it's season! In our garden of heathens, it's the starting your bleeding, Cut starting increasing, wound starting it's season!
[Verse II: Dario Argento] Ayo, the bitch life scientist splashing God in Journey It's not a wilewide shit fiend was necromanitic It's big motherfuckers with the natural Sag Yo some sick motherfuckers just like a Scum in a past yo I'll cut you a bad dope, it's spitting of gas yo It's cash flow, so I'm a measurable also My rap soul will have your swated bullet like a past gone That calls the revolution like a bullets of Castrol Cut you in the peaces, slashing so many sluts & shmucks Vitals take a second to be seeing by some trash shaks & wantching your back's crush your body gets smashed up The slaughtered man chunks will licking my sag I have nothing to fuck with backaway from you fuck with God splits his platter from the tablet burial casket Now you must be fallen of skin we carrying constantly the water of Sicktanick and you considered God skill
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[Verse III: Mr. Hyde] Check my matters of the gamble, I'll be hack & hen hysteric Shoot you like a raze of sharon till your face look like a ferrite Yo I always choose the rawest dose to be the most ferocious Why your blushing heart will in approache your mast with all this Corpse catch your both fit my stray rase of strips When cutscray slutted up and choped off your face You excepted sick intetion inventation of your skin Now my left tatty's ingenious situations win/win Oppositions get wasting of the anxious to be raised I can hesitate weapon mental patient are in patient Cut the vindication off, I bet your corpse and buff alone Evil morses of a Satan, you know I'm a fucking crowned Its a flipside the heaven of the serpents getting shattered When I grip you by the neck and make you mess and kick ahead it Please, barter obedience, you'll be starving while I'll meet it Watch me leave your mother's bleeding in the garden of heathens