Poison Penmanship by Rhyme Asylum
Poison Penmanship lyrics
Christopher Walken as Gabriel from The Prophecy:
�I�m an angel, I kill firstborns while their mamas
watch. I turn cities into salt. I even, when I feel
like it�rip the souls from little girls. And from now
�til kingdom come, the only thing you can count on in
your existence is never understanding why.�
[Possessed]
Thief in the night, fangs in your jugular bleeding you
dry
I live in a glass house throwing meteorites
Appeased the gods in a previous life
And I�ll slice the throat of Sweeney Todd for my piece
of the pie
I�m the angel of death
Outpacing Olympic swimmers with the Titanic�s anchors
chained to my legs
All without breakin� a sweat
From the underground and I�m cravin� the taste of your
flesh like the Day of the Dead
Here for gainin� respect, enforce the laws of gravity
And draw the sword of Damocles to the nape of your neck
Communist Marxist, sharpshooter locked on my target
I was breastfed cancer and bottles of arsenic
Blind swordsman, wander in darkness
Fuck cash, I�ll drop the Queen�s severed head in the
offering basket
I�m eating out of coffins and caskets
And everyone in my field of vision�s just crops for the
harvest
I�m a hell-born seraphim, four faces with torn
feathered wings
Spawning four deformed Nephilim
Burying piece pipes, diggin� up the hatchet
Deepthroat my dick �til it singes in your stomach acid
We�re unattractive, ferocious creatures
I�ve got master-degree burns after a heatstroke of
genius
Rush the doors from dusk �til dawn
My entourage plot on top of Scotland Yard �cause we
above the law
Withstand the force of a juggernaut
We�re the recipe for disaster and this beat�s cookin�
up a storm
All powerful being, during hours of sleeping
I levitate between the ground and the ceiling
Advanced life forms found in my semen
Haven�t started to rap yet, this is just the sound of
my breathing
A mental plane like Enola Gay
I�m slashing open throats of backstabbers with my
shoulder blade
Step off the planet, it would float away
Tormented by growing pains of my ever-evolving brain
I sever ties with Heaven�s skies
And wage war that makes Armageddon resemble a training
exercise
Third eye blessed with second sight, a Cenobite
I survived the New Mexico desert testing sites
If I do start to smoke weed, I�ll take two tokes and
won�t breathe
After a whole week and OD
Battling me, you won�t get cold feet
The mere thought of facing Possessed�ll freeze the
fluid in both knees
Product of a warlock and a witch, knock you for six
Piledrive you down a bottomless pit
Push my luck over the top of a cliff
I don�t bite the hand that feeds me, I chew it off at
the wrist
I�ll forge a sword from a thunderbolt
And I�m rubbing salt into bullet wounds just to make
the slug dissolve
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