: Man and his faithful ethics Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth Diabolical fanatikism, so cold and grim The perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate
And you find it hard to breathe Paralyzed by my essence, mere presence I put forth Inherently legends record all souls of expressions Evil as evil does
the ramping While some try to change or exist to its wash cloth soaked in chlorine [Madchild] Much too dangerous Meet the perfect stranger I'm
them letters that she sent me I cried for like 3 days then it was back to my evil ways They say I gotta change my evil ways And I'm workin' hard at it
DC-3 forever I'm thanking you Lord thank you for your vision that we see down here on earth Thank you for your precious gifts Your sweet precious gift
Waiting for the world to end Tryin' to paint a perfect picture and excel In case you didn't know Never movin' backwards Complicated Know what I mean Tryin' to paint a perfect
(Chorus) Yo, perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistake back in the eighteen hundreds, I was burned at the stake (I am the wordsmith) metaphor mephastopales
2 days she was like lets get married can you believe that shit? I had to pack my bags and move! they say I gotta change my evil ways and I'm workin hard
Man and his faithful ethics Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth Diabolical fanatikism, so cold and grim The perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate
ain't worth it, interrupt to make it perfect Built to exact measurements like my verses It's me versus the world and all its curses Serpents workin' the evil
all them letter that she sent me I cryed for like 3 days Then it was back to my evil ways They say I gotta change my evil ways And I'm workin hard at
box turns cauldron, saliva boils, then thoughts are vapor If seeing foremost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades Then a thoroughbred's accuracy isn't the focal point of perfection
twenty thousand legues under tha sees hunger desease thunder..iv's till i bleed thunda..ina coma till tha needles pour coronas..when im equal to tha soul or yet evil
scary when the whole boulevard's carryin Livin in the world of sin, my ghetto girls and men Waiting for the world to end [Chorus x2] "Tryin to paint a perfect
lost causes I've been mocked and accosted, to the point that I got nauseous Though my flow's been plugged enough to stop faucets I've thought often about tossing this awesome gift
is spoken word. You niggas have nerve To have your doubts on what is superb Don't mistake knowledge for wisdom The first is a living, the other is a gift
it hard to breathe Paralyzed by my essence, mere presence I put forth Inherently legends record all souls of expressions Evil as evil does, better than
