Books of Blood

[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
I'm from the evil, the sickness perverted
I am possessed by a pen serving no god you are my servants
The serpent sips, the evil I write
The ink drips their blood from a person
Makes you wanna just bludgeon a person (Ugh)
See I just summoned the urges my brain don't react right
Something reverses from a place where nothing is worser (Nothing)
Wicked Killagraphy, I wrote it in cursive
Describe my verses so vividly that something emerges (Ugh)
From out the belly the bosom, the spirits come with their curses
My wicked tongue is the surgeon, you see, I'm hung like some curtains
But kept alive, streamed it live as I document the whole event
Before I bore, your skin's grizzly, don't pretend (don't pretend)
That my literature ain't fucking disturbing
I'm so drunk off the wicked, you ask what's in the Bourbon (What's in the Bourbon?)
I took a sip and cut some nuns up in your churches (Yeah)
They're worthless so I split the cunts of these virgins (Of theses virgins)

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
Tonight is the night I'ma write in my books of blood
Tonight is the night I'ma write in my books of blood
Tonight is the night I'ma write in that hookers blood
Tonight is the night I'ma write in that hookers blood
Tonight is the night I'ma write in my books of blood
Tonight is the night I'ma write in my books of blood (Yeah!)
Fuck your life cuz tonight you'll get butchered up
Fuck your life cuz tonight you'll get butchered up

[Verse 2: Insane Poetry]
Chapter two, peeped the scene when I captured you
Strapped you to chains that made it hard to come grab your food (Ugh)
Berlin Syndrome as your mind starts to laugh at you (Hahaha)
Her limbs pinned to the wall as dark shadows loom (Dark shadows loom)
They're playin' violent tears from all your saddest moods (Yeah)
You were so lonely so I thought I would just grab your dude and have you too
Part of this ritual what the savage do
I am deranged I should be locked up in a padded room (Ugh)
For what I write my value to detail is immaculate
The way I paint it perfectly lots of crimson and burgundy
The masochist poisoned by violent art from my wicked pen
Evil comes to life when I write some of my wicked shit
Both of y'all are here to witness it
I filmed it with an old school VHS, the lenses was vintage (It was vintage)
Uhh! Sick as the seance I concocted my Wicked Killagraphy is reality when I jot it (When I jot it)

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
Tonight is the night I'ma write in my books of blood
Tonight is the night I'ma write in my books of blood
Tonight is the night I'ma write in that hookers blood
Tonight is the night I'ma write in that hookers blood
Tonight is the night I'ma write in my books of blood
Tonight is the night I'ma write in my books of blood (Yeah!)
Fuck your life cuz tonight you'll get butchered up
Fuck your life cuz tonight you'll get butchered up