Nocturnal

I got an issue, and it begins with your life You'll have a real staring problem once I tear out your eyes Against me nothing suffices My basement stores precise replicas of Saw torture devices Where i silence the laughter And use graffiti writers amputated fingers as markers I'm the bastard son of an Unholy father With self inflicted wounds of stigmata Balaclava up, an underground mutiny Closing the curtains on your window of opportunity Collide with ya crew, emerge out the pile on Bury you and the rapper that you bit your style from My stage is compiled of the people I stand on My nice sides a splitting image of my bad one Help line queue, I hang on the cord And when Death comes knocking make you answer the door Think ya ill? Don't get it confused Dead men tell no tales, but they walk in my shoes So many bright ideas, yet you haven't a clue Hear evil, see evil and speak when you're spoken to Think ya ill? Don't get it confused Dead men tell no tales but they walk in my shoes So many bright ideas yet you haven't a clue Hear evil, see evil and speak when you're spoken to Hand me the title and watch me belt a kid I.S. praise Satan for the hell of it Cut your tongue out for free, like don't mention it Write in open waters and commandeer the censorship I built my house on a dead end Past the point of no return, my guardian angels hell sent I drive a hearse, Miss Wuornos rides up front Ice cold, smoke a bulb and still can't lighten up Rise at dusk, lay to rest when dawn breaks I don't court a girl, I just see her at my court dates Palette is of poor taste, menu has one item Sweet and sour Long Pork a side of fried ricin Turn myself in just to claim the reward And keep the hearts that I've stolen in my chest of drawers Best be warned I don't repent my actions I see the devil in the mirror coz my life is lived backwards Think ya ill? Don't get it confused Dead men tell no tales but they walk in my shoes So many bright ideas yet you haven't a clue Hear evil, see evil and speak when you're spoken to Think ya ill? Don't get it confused Dead men tell no tales but they walk in my shoes So many bright ideas yet you haven't a clue Hear evil, see evil and speak when you're spoken to