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transcendentem - torment lyrics

[verse 1]
draggin’ ya into my mof_ckin’ bas_m_nt
you cannot escape it, no matter your ways
i’mma show you my beautiful tools i will use
but don’t even worry, it’s only a graze
your stupid ass face getting mof_ckin’ flayed
gonna split you in half with the judas chair
you gonna go insane with the chinese water
rip by the rack or crushed with the scavenger’s daughter

with the choke pear, tearing your mouth and ass
and i’m ripping your tongue away, you cannot scream
scaphism makin’ you vomit and sh_t
and heretic’s fork keeping you awake till you die
lingchi in the f_cking vc
better with the pendulum, i let a f_cking blade swing on you
finna put you livе in the brazen bull
gonna drown you b_tch with the multiplе keelhaul

force_feeding gallons of castor oil
shovin’ ‘em into a barrel until they confess
and makin’ ‘em chug on more oil
they drown in their own f_ckin’ bodily fluids, gross death
hanging their wrists with a tight ass rope
i’m binding ‘em high, behind that b_tch
dislocating shoulders, it is called strappado
should’ve done that on f_cking kal paseo
in the white room, there is nothing to see
only whiteness around, no furniture or windows
don’t even think of your pathetic brain
there’s nothing to worry about goin’ insane
or you get thrown in the oubliette dungeon
i take away all your important consumptions
you’re f_cking forgotten for the rest of your life
my collection of human remains is rife

[verse 2]
persecuting everybody i don’t f_cking like
boutta send ‘em into purgatory, never_ending story
in the mothaf_ckin’ mind, everything corroded to nothing
only the corpses count as something
terminate opps, i don’t want that business
no need for unwanted wars on the streets
exterminate all of ‘em mof_ckin’ rats
they believe they be murderin’ all of the beats

it’s p_ssing me off that i’m always a target
and others are doubting my homicidal talent
claiming i’m just like the other f_cking gods
just ticking me off, like oh my f_cking god
stop thinkin’ i’m fakin’, i’m comin’ to break in the skull of a f_cking disgrace
f_ck it, i’m makin’ a mark on the floor with their blood
gonna chop their f_cking bodies, maybe stab ‘em an injector knife
i’m doin’ us a favor, ending f_ckas’ useless lives

- transcendentem

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