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I Be
So you want to know what I IS ME is about
Why fire emerge when I open my mouth
Poetry is just words that we learned in the pit
I would sit in front of Baal and get praised for it
Only a young spawn, but I was told the truth
One day I would have to walk the earth, and what I must do
But I was in bewilderment, how did I come to exist
A spawn is supposed to be a blank page, programmed to enlist
But I broke into the files and read the scripts
Of I IS ME the first spawn born already micro-chipped
It said born of a zombie, raped by a demon
He'll be born at midnight, in a coffin screaming
Made to tear his way out of womb, coffin, and grave
Make sure he's care for, he's no one's slave
There was priest all posted, that calmed me down
The graveyard was on fire with veves all around
My powers were retarded, my destination the pit
There was a lot that I had to learn about killing and shit
Still so very young, we didn't understand the soul
And of what to do when you first take a hold
But we were allowed to grow, made to learn
Taught one day it would be my fucking turn
To sit on the bench and control the burn
Can you feel me, controlling the fucking burn
Pampered and covered in nothing but slobber
But so many Succubus drooling lava
I didn't have a soul, but that didn't bother
My succubus were nothing but grave robbers
Slowly but surely I came of age
Released upon the earth filled with nothing but rage
But rage isn't enough you need cunning
The kind that keep you free, so that the blood keeps running
I get so excited, I start to shake
Watching your eyes roll back, hearing your neck break
I come back to reality and I've nutted on myself
There's so many lives, can you believe my wealth
Why fire emerge when I open my mouth
Poetry is just words that we learned in the pit
I would sit in front of Baal and get praised for it
Only a young spawn, but I was told the truth
One day I would have to walk the earth, and what I must do
But I was in bewilderment, how did I come to exist
A spawn is supposed to be a blank page, programmed to enlist
But I broke into the files and read the scripts
Of I IS ME the first spawn born already micro-chipped
It said born of a zombie, raped by a demon
He'll be born at midnight, in a coffin screaming
Made to tear his way out of womb, coffin, and grave
Make sure he's care for, he's no one's slave
There was priest all posted, that calmed me down
The graveyard was on fire with veves all around
My powers were retarded, my destination the pit
There was a lot that I had to learn about killing and shit
Still so very young, we didn't understand the soul
And of what to do when you first take a hold
But we were allowed to grow, made to learn
Taught one day it would be my fucking turn
To sit on the bench and control the burn
Can you feel me, controlling the fucking burn
Pampered and covered in nothing but slobber
But so many Succubus drooling lava
I didn't have a soul, but that didn't bother
My succubus were nothing but grave robbers
Slowly but surely I came of age
Released upon the earth filled with nothing but rage
But rage isn't enough you need cunning
The kind that keep you free, so that the blood keeps running
I get so excited, I start to shake
Watching your eyes roll back, hearing your neck break
I come back to reality and I've nutted on myself
There's so many lives, can you believe my wealth
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