Wretched (feat. Rozz Dyliams)

Comin' from another realm, I'm a work of fiction

And I'm never comin' back

I'm runnin' back into the mind of Howard Lovecraft

Plague mask in the back, gas is irrelevant

I'm travelin' on fuel from the shadow of Hephaestus flames

Craftin' a blade for me so I may faithfully run up into WBC

And decapitate anything that I see

Funny how ignorance make me so mean

Like when a motherfucker believe anything he read or see on TV

Knee deep into propaganda, better pop a hand of Xans

If you're too pusy to handle your life like a man

I can't relate I'm on another plane

Can somebody tell me how to live and breathe

A die a mortal way, I'ma lost cause, really, hey

Never gonna wanna belong, pardon while I burn sage

Everything I read lead me to believe maybe one day

I'ma be apart of somethin' so much greater than me

When I perish get the kerosene and burn me to oblivion

But don't make a scene, I need privacy

So the prophecy may be complete

And I merge with the mages of etherality

Count on me when I am finally free

I will watch you while scrying in the sea

Underground catatonia, I found a scroll in Rome

From a secret map I found in Macedonia

Fuck this music, I don't got the time to even hate

'Cause I got secret service people from the Vatican

Approachin' bruh, whatchu tellin' me?

I'll shoot an apple off your wifey's head and miss

And hit the bitch in the head like William Lee

A murderous eighth dimension night breed Killa Dylan be

Clip on my hip and the chip on my shoulder

Turned into the monster next to me

Bloodline Illuminati 666, Lizard people all around me, man

Rozzy really 'bout to take a trip to North Korea

And come back a brand new man

Comin' back and foundin' Dylananstan

To build a wall to separate me from the stans

Bitches wanna hold my hand

But they don't even know about the demo of my favorite band

Dylan got the stamina to keep it goin'

90's baby gettin' buck like Pretty Tony

I don't got no time for phony rap bologna

We gone fuck the bitch and have a ceremony

Mask on face, weapons in my place

A hundred million bodies I'ma concentrate

Anybody with a cheerful disposition who believe in Heaven

Might just meet their fate

Dylan throw it, tell the bitch to go wide

Fuck around, participate in homicide

From sea to shinin' sea, a Christian Holocaust

A pagan neo-Judaistic genocide

Yesterday I got so fumin' angry

That I stabbed myself in the thigh with a fork

Whatchu know 'bout the wretched wicked shit?

Like the atrocities of Malachi York?

Busted and dusted like an angel that just lost it's way

And we all gone die anyway so fuck it, mane

Mind gone straight lost in a fog of haze

Two brothers from the housing authority

Came to take your kids and dogs away