Homicidal Fantasies

[Production]

[Intro]
And Shepherds we shall be For thee, my Lord, for thee
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be
In Nomeni Patri Et Fili
Spiritus Sancti

[Hook: Almighty U-Sorcerer & (2Pac)]
Nigga, I got (Homicidal Fantasies!!)
Nigga, I got (Homicidal Fantasies!!)
Nigga, I got (Homicidal Fantasies!!)
Nigga, I got (Homicidal Fantasies!!)

[Verse 1: gamemast15r]
I hate your fucking guts and I hope that you bleed
If they are gonna be like you then I have no hope for your seed
If you wanna stop the war you better murder me
Or else I'll come over to your house and bring the burner to your knees
Often times, I have homicidal thoughts
And weird situations playing out about getting caught
For now I'm sane cause I'm only painting a picture
But if I get caught writing it down then it all goes down the pisser
Yes, people thinking I'm fucking crazy, and I like that
Wrong me then I'm gonna drive-by then come right back
Covers up my insecurities and inabilities
But the hatred I have towards you is still in me
I like torture, I'm partial towards chainsaws
It's got me feeling like a surgeon the way I'm cutting your brains raw
Remember, these are just thoughts so if I think them about you
Then next time I see you I'll punch your vocals out of tune

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Almighty U-Sorcerer]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: gamemast15r]
Reload your firearms, sharpen your blades
Don't ever cross me, you know bout the carpenter’s fate
Anyone who knows me knows I'm the harbinger of hate
Shotgun shell to your skull, remove part of your face
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
I populate the morgue cause I got nothing to lose
An armed mafioso with the mind of the Zodiac
With enough twisted disposition to die bringing Kony back
I'm a squad of armed forces, your shit is bogey rap
Literal assassination, wondering where your Co-D's at
I wish I could throw you five stories to the ground
Like 'Pac in Juice, but you would never make a sound
I have a set of rules, I follow the Assassin’s Creed
Sins of the father lead to a cap in your seed
When you feel twelve bullets hit you in your spinal
While you’re in your wheelchair reminiscing, know that my word is always final

[Outro]
It's not as if she were a maniac or a raving thing
She just goes a little mad sometimes
We all go a little mad sometimes

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