the murder hadn t occurred to me burgundy wasn t burgundy purposely earth to me like a virgin had given birth to me it s irking me that you would consider uttering words to me nervously urging me to keep killing and killing perfectly certainly third degree burns followed by having surgery when he deferred to me he was poisoned by drinking mercury hurdling over things that are currently in my periphery it s all a blur to me i was never sensing the urgency never sensing emergency never sensing the thrill never sensing the certainty never searching the kill was never searching everything was done in the name of wicked the brother s name was indifferent the hunger pain wasn t lifted that was satan black wings and a man made pedestal the only fucking rapper could see me is my identical another story another chapter another parable i missed making music with stoupe cause he incredible god is the 777 vocally none of y all are approaching me or come close to me hopefully you re aware that you only holding my groceries openly holding the only opening in the hope to me provoking me is only gonna result in a choking spree supposedly i was sent by holiness it s unknown to me loaning me book of law without aleister crowley owning me globally doing things that you only could dream of locally i son you motherfuckers like you was peddling dope for me the guns is always with me so i would never feel lonely combine it with the fact that i m irresponsible socially supposed to be the art of the mechanism of action embezzlement of the fraction the pessimism of passion it had to be the psyche and the cunning of the assassin the tongue will give you a lashing like punisher when he s rapping i bludgeon you just for asking where the other fucking rapper is chopping bodies up and mail em out in several packages god is the 777 2