Egodeth

[Verse 1: Mad Mike]
Now get closer, I can feel our eyes touch
Fires in your iris on divine stuff
Making mad pictures in confinement
Pinnacles align and force arises
Magic in the flames of your mindset

You can feel the vibe get crazy when your eyes get lazy
Naked in the flames, sucking on your minuscule
Pictures of the pretty kids and fuckin' up the city shit
Enveloping the millions, acting like I give a fuck
Put your fuckin' fingers up, love is all I know

Pocketful of fucks making heads roll
You can sleep dead though, sleeping on your pension
Dancing on your death with your restful intentions
Six and five five's all pretty when I dive off
Medal in my mouth, now lemme breath deeper
You can be the creature that I love but my head says 'Fuck you!'
'Fuck you!'

Africa will burn, but love spills deep
Blood inside the cracks of my dust filled feet
Making friends with my pain-self, egodeath is real when you reach out
You can go to sleep now, never chasing death
I'll make peace with the freaks, pieces of the friends that I
Meet see me, stand tall when I speak
Twenty five fires, I'm alive when I ride off
Twenty five mind's in compiling
Beautiful and violent, still breath deep
Magic in the flames that I keep
Close to the pain that I see, crushed teeth
Pain is a pleasure make peace
Pain is a pleasure make peace

[Verse 2: Disco Azrael]
Make bitches wet in the desert
Drink it up a toaster cup to Batman tendencies
A chilling tale, written in a fire pit
Reflected in the iris of a spy intent on killing kings for diamonds
We travel deep into the desert, most princesses won't let me
Come close so let your hair down hold it while I...

Make you wet in the desert, stretch in the desert
Straight sex in the desert, I'm a wreck for your pleasure
Bitch, test me, recipe for gold flakes
Think about the future while the whole entire room shakes
Sipping up and hoping for a better shot at love
I'm suckin' troubled clits, some drunk fucks rubbing on your milk filled tits

Milk equals water lemme have it
I'm the thirstiest Agorian the stamp sand platter
Trading spice for a life, I'm a villain on a tight rope
Cynicism as night, no it's criminal to bite flows
Riding on my pipe dreams, I could see the light
While you were crying in your diapers, fighting with my night chills
Looking at my bike, I could run away tonight
And take control of my life still

I see 'em when I'm rapping and I know the globe will love me
Just as long as we can catch this, fat kids rapping on an anxious beat
I fill my shoes with the memories and rap for free
I fill my shoes with the memories and rap for free