Aggrandizement

[Verse 1: The Deevil's Advocate]
I generated the demons I’m possessed by
Leave you bound to a chair with a twist tie
I’m above the law I created
I’m above what I’ve dictated
I’m on the next inter-dimensional plane of psychopathy
You would need to develop a new realm to copy me
Hold your tounge, or I’ll remove it and hold it for you
I know what’s to come, I held your life before you
Convincing the populous he is a lie was the Devil’s only mistake
Omnipotence is modesty, honestly, this is evil for evil’s sake
Angels sacrifice demons to me, stitching body bags with the fabric of time, that’s seamless to me
Fuck art, this is ubiquitous dictum
Watch the darkness seep into my victim
Universally infamous, envelop a black hole
Twisted omniscience, so I already thought about remembering dismembering your carcass while you’re still whole
I corrupt absolute power, conquer the Romans and their numerals to know the absolute hour
Quantumly haunting, already thought to think that I never thought Greek gods would taste so sour
I’m beyond disturbed, ever-present but alone in my mind
Funny being alone in something I’ve lost, all-seeing but metaphysically blind
Karma may be a bitch, but she didn’t put up much of a fight
Life was even easier, I drank her blood last night
Why be a king when you can devour the soul of a god
I’m the next breed of mythology, I myself acknowledge me, it’s kinda odd
In a straight jacket sleeping on a bed of nails, insanity manages me, as I it
Overseer of all dark arts, so much so I can alter your sacrifice, keep everyone blind by a third eye writ
Decimate a world via mayhem, resemblance of an under lord, lack of penance like an overlord
I blurred the line in blood
Stopped time with a flood
Lower down to a place where a black sea is the ceiling
The ground is barbed mist and the shadows know what you’re feeling
My throne is dismantled kingdoms and cognizant corpses
Soundless dead air moves in reverse counter to coarse winds
I conquer civilizations before they materialize
Dark tears stream up eyes, accompanied by imperial cries
I attract the worst and corrupt the best
I make use of what falls into place, and you use the rest
The greater the power, the greater the abuse
Crawl in the cage or define to me your use

[Verse 2: gamemast15r]
I was born as the abortion of a thousand psychopaths
Fuck Jesus, you know I don’t believe in the righteous path
I mean for fucks sake I’ve killed people for a livin’
It doesn’t matter; babysitters, old men, innocent children
My first crime was a homeless man on the corner
Sucking dick for crack, no one would miss him, cause he jumped the border
Cut off both of his arms and caressed him on the cheek
While he’s screaming bloody murder for the rest of the week
I dumped his body at the garden, ate the forbidden fruit
Cannibalized his corpse, then looked for hidden loot
Always down for violence, followed the killer’s code of silence
I hacked away at corpses to the sound of violins
One day I was approached by a man at my flat at Hell’s Kitchen
The man said “I’ve seen your handiwork, but I think your kinda slippin'
I have a proposition, and I feel you may agree
That you should give your soul to this deity”
I said why the fuck not, he gave me everything I wanted
Fame, Glory, all of it; there wasn’t nothing that wasn’t flaunted
One day he asked me to kill a man he knew personally
He said “you know what type of person he be
Fucking loyal, and for him that’s not good
He helped give attention to commandments that was carried out on wood”
You mean stone?
“I don’t give a fuck what it is, just make sure you that when you kill him, you kill his kids”
So I went off, broke into his house and killed them in their sleep
Except his wife Mary, who turned out tricks on the street
Gave testimony and she said she saw my face
Her figure gave me cravings again for a particular taste
I shot her in the chest, pulled her fucking heart out attached with her breasts
Ate it with Fava Beans until the time of my arrest
On Death Row now, waiting for Lethal Injection
Managed to sneak in a knife without detection
Before I died, I managed to drag someone down to hell with me
Before I was shot, I heard the crack of his skull splitting
I started bleeding, and saw the art I’ve made
Then I saw the blood on the ground that I used for the paint
For my last crime I went to Home Depot to by some rope
My only regret is that I didn’t lynch the fucking pope
He came to me when my life flashed before my eyes
Said he came to take me home, walked through the door of lies
Saw the truth, that through killing whores with pliers
He was my fucking father, and I saw the floor on fire
He said that I was perfect, he told me he was proud
Told me no one has ever killed Jesus without a sound
Met all of my role models, became best friends with Ted Bundy
And I torture Judas like I give bad news, very bluntly
I could use something worse, but I guess that will suffice
I left a legacy of horror, I am the Anti-Christ