Andre Nickatina: man im a coke rap spitter a hair pin trigger a crime rhyme dealer is illa but on the rilla spit around tornado lust for the words rap
venoms the hidden unholiness of your withered virgin speechless remonstration grinds the arches of your risen dominion dark superstition drinks coagulated blood
the lights, wrong the rites Toss the puerile cross away We are gashing from a venomous womb Burning bright, dead of night Pyres stain a milky way Lust
a place to face the fate From below taken, trapped and tied in chains Serpent spewing venom from above The serpent never stop spitting out its searing venom
venom, Come to me, Viper... and see. The stage smoulders in silence, The pounding and banging is done... For now, only until next time, When for my venom
an oath of blood we are sacred In the eyes of the dead, still nothing revealed The wounds they still bleed, and won't heal Blood in the sands, slaves
lust Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom I hung
loose, Hell's breaking loose. Unveil the pentagram, And feel the demons lust, Come watch the holy men, Who look on in disgust, Come taste blood, And
the venom to strike Anger ablaze eternal light Fist full of steel eyes of pain Fighting the fight in our domain Fire is the source Passion lusting to
don't hesitate I'm not concerned with human lives so you can vegetate How many pounds of pressure does it take for human legs to break? My blood lust
lust Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom I hung around
We Cast Forth Through The Gates of Hell Bring Forth The Spirit of Lust Bring Forth The Hallowed Cunt Bring Forth The Alter of Blood Bring Forth The Seeds
Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings To an England rearisen under vast majestic wings These are the shores whereto my soul Blood drenched and
righteous choir is singing (as an offering...) No, screaming, as they burn. Darling, there are no taboos in lust. My veins coarse blood that's so venomous
annihilation these are your faithful... dead from the writings of false scriptures venomous supremacy... spreads within the mind of the wicked lust for
thine!" Everflaming Intemperate malice in the extreme Forms are twisted, Everfalling Crescent skies, the wait, The calling Eyes unseeing, Stars rearrange Tears of our blood