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Hell Rap

Im a killer in the night
fuckin demon of the light
see below yeah we fight
bitch ,you dont have the first clue

walk around like you own it
talk of seed like you've sown it
but above you have blown it
cuz thats what fucking humans do

only people in the world put themself first
base success on their money petty self worth
suppose we celebrate every little sweet birth
well fuck that shit and fuck all of you

ill admit I love to hit it on them goth bitches
can you blame me fuckin psycho little sick witches
plus they love it when let them taste my blood kisses
oh my god are you pisces....ha! .....yeah me too

and all these words will never truly show all my disdain
could give a fuck about your vicodin and cocaine
big man ridin high snortin all his 50k
Never stop to ask.....hmmm what would jesus do?

Churches ah the circle of the last frontier
So much safer baby chasers now they made a career
yes son i will save you,get out your cock and your wallet
Everyone turns a blind eye  like nope,they never saw it

Fuck! if this heaven thing was real i mean would it even matter
while only you get the scraps your god is cleanin the platter
and its sick ,no really whats even fucking sadder
you'd rather pray than take action to climb his bullshit gold ladder

Shes a dancer with cancer who is slowly dying
and you ask him for answers
bitch you're not even trying
dont fucking blame me for the fires that you will not put out
you say the Devils up in Cali but its only a drought

There are days I crave apocalyptic chaos its true
but ya'll fuckin up fine, whats a demon to do?
pedo ring, kids swing, Weinstein, oh right you prefer the finer things
big pharm, lucky charm, fast arm, and at halftime don't forget the chicken wings

I was human once now that's all through
seen enough to know exactly what you gon' do
I could go on but your too easy targets
Soul is sold to all the fuckin social media markets













Written by EloraWolvenwrath (Elora Wolvenwrath)
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Author's Note
I write rap from the view of a daemon......thats what the fuck messengers do.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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