Anemic

You are nothing but a fuckin' pawn in my game Just a pawn in this game, just a fawn to get slain A sacrifice an offering. Another commodity For the God of atrocities to scatter through topographies Listen to the skippin' of the witches in the dark They be cryin' they be lying they be ready to embark And I know that you ain't ready for the evil and the spark That will set it all off makin' the angels fuckin' scoff From the heavens up above boutta be up in a snuff Film they the victims. Torture with the cuffs Locked tight on the wrist with the Tsai I cannot miss, ah Raphael gon' take the light and murder a dumb bitch, yah I'm always ready. Always, always ready to go kill Like a lurka from the ground shooting spikes makin' gills And impalin' for the thrill smashing skulls to mush Then after I'm done I'm poundin' on ya girls tush