Pardon My French (Purging Energy)

You fat face freak
Its time I Dallas that ass, do not confuse the Queen with the Ghost
She is cherished, I am the in between host. no rules other than ones I make
Until I have to strangle the snake
It feels good to shed the skin of the past only to return to the roots of its the duality of my wholeness, the bitter shied of my glory
In love, my heart, in discord, yours, it about the rites of purgatory
You have been found gully in my court
My words from here you shall choke
It feels so good to be in the element of my natural smoke
 
What are you, are you even human  
Can you articulate you are about ready to be Juju behind the mental pins
I need a sacrifice  
And since we share the same luxury for sacred emergent and I will not be nice
 
“Fat Poppy Looking  Eye Freak”
Let me show you some of my hellish disgrace, as we soar, let words of grandeur speak
I am commissioned and no weapons against me shall prosper therefore, I must shove you aside
I will not hurt you, yet, until this eclipse, it's sacred, I just lied
 
But I have to take your heart
Shhh.. don’t worry, I will break you gently and feast on your soul in the quest of light found in the dark  
It’s time I aim at that little red dot, certain not for mark of beauty
To balance the energy, it is my soulful duty
 
I come to bring the earth the view of deadly passion    
Whips, chains, ropes, neck hangs, feet in the wind thrashing          
Into the night, soul’s humanity will be mine          
Knifing of revenge into the heart, blood feast, I drink your life away since the beginning of time          
Eyes plucked out arms, legs dismembered          
Stumbling with a numb existence, gashed and exposed meaty flesh stained on log timbers          
          
My butchery will be silent, swift          
Blood flow, darken pools of victory, flowing to the fiery abyss          
In my name you will remember when you look upon the strike of your untimely death          
Lashes to your back, limp, and dead to fight, a warrior’s ultimate finish with knout welts          
I am treason to the mind, heart, and tyrannical I cause by fire oaths, deeds to obliterate in my name upon the land          
Hardships of arrowed direct attacks in the wind blows like a storm of sand          
No mercy for woman or man          
Acid to acid bones to dust          
Hushed witnessed of whose demise, devoid conscious in God you may trust          
The only thing never to squander is a man or to covet his nutt          
          
To the animal who bemoans I shall kill unto the holler          
Unto the night let thy roar be heard as I repeatedly plunge into organs for the bloody slaughter          
Devore of flesh ripped and tore          
Animalistic merged to kill again and again upon the moon’s fourscore          
Sharpening dialects on tips of swords          
Like a chess board your move          
Killed in the game before I say checkmate, “you lose”          
          
Blinding you in this life and the next my hunt becomes a blood thirsty pursue          
The element of your aura becomes my heightened bitter food          
Loins of men, seasoned, mm… sweetly seduced          
Femme fatale’s lips of wine, siphon their lifeform in comradery of thy ruse          
Scalpel stabbing from hair, dragging the deep incision way past the heart            
Wearing their skin of shame after shanking it off as I bow to the dark          
          
Taxidermy for my wall trophy            
I give Lucifer his instructions to drown your soul in my deep blue sea          
To the throne for which my name echoes          
Unto my enemies I heckle            
To be muttered voices or to watch purgatory unfold as the spectacle            
A soul to kill for the steal          
A demented spirit whispers of ghost you feel when you hear it          
An illusion festering to bring you hate and delusion          
          
Death and disgrace under my grace          
My mark upon the forehead, palms branded as a reminder, a tattooed teardrop to thy face          
I am Revenge I instruct the wizard, the fairy, and you fat face freak            
Mothafucker it’s me the Nun Runner… bitch… in revenge I devore when I eat          
My weapons never to come up against if so, it comes down to a slayer's silent hit      
In my path I never miss