Ware-Wolff
Ware-Wolff & Fetal Autopsy
Ware-Wolff & Komatose (Horrorcore) & Chuckklez
Ware-Wolff & Odium & Legacey
Ware-Wolff
Ware-Wolff & AmoKrun & BodyRott
Ware-Wolff
Ware-Wolff & Playboy The Beast & Hellusin8 & Insane Poetry & Fetal Autopsy
Ware-Wolff & Razakel
Ware-Wolff &
Ware-Wolff
Ware-Wolff & AmoKrun & BodyRott & Shitsmearer
[Verse 1: Ware-Wolff]
Murder in my dreams, I vision butchered flesh and claims
Twitching and defecation scenes I cannot begin to explain all these things
I awaken in a pool of blood with no sources as to how
Petrified from evil presence and enslaved by demons now
Severing arteries, blood into particles
Satanic chronicles, my sense robotical
Pentagram monocles, fill up the throttle
Full blood on the nautical, shot with a sawed-off
More reason when I meet you, I defeat you then I eat you
You'll be meat that's sealed inside my freezer, seasoned before I heat you
Setting it up in dark in the cut, I'm still running amuck and not giving a fuck
Blast from a magnum and stab to the abdomen
Slashing and gashing, just blast from impacting
Get frantic and panicked inside hard dimensions
Got manic with plenty gargantuan manners
Bodies in houses, machete arouses
My target is spouses, bloodstains left on blouses
I cannot control any actions I make
Kidnap your family, wrapped up in tape
Shit out of luck, you can never escape
Sodomizations and eternal rape
People from inside my mind are telling me to kill 'em all
I cross that line, this side of mine I'm waiting for to make that call
End of me's inevitable, time is up and now I know
I'm following orders from evil I deeply regret, now I'm losing control
At the end of countless gruesome acts the reaper tried to take my soul
Until his hands reached up inside my chest and saw that it's already gone
[Verse 2: Legacey]
Yeah, caressing the microphone with the satanic, I banish you niggas (Yah)
Rid all the Earth of your souls (Yah)
Fuck it, I'm cold (Yeah)
Killing a broad on the move (Move)
Fuck it, I give 'em some more (Yeah)
Boom and explode (Walk)
Froze, shatter you hoes (Yeah)
I got the feeling, I'm feeling I'm fly
I got the feeling your people will die
Compound killer or you won't survive
Anybody seeing you commit homicide (Yeah)
Swear to the law you was living that night
I got faith in you dawg, here's a gun and a ride
Just so you know who I am (Fuck)
We are the digital realm, magnetic and full of fire
Just so you know who we are
Send him a car (Boom), freedom of law
Families down I eternally scarred
Zombies you copy, I find me a body (Yeah)
Execute the innocent in the lobby (What)
Living's ridiculous, grab me the shotty
Any motherfucker make a move, I'ma kill it
Spirits on the wall and the Devil on the ceiling
Murder redrum, live the life of a villain
Taking over your village and the women I pillage
Beat so cold make you motherfucking feel it
Horrorcore rap, intestines spilling
Drink a little blood if you wanna get love
Kill a couple thugs if you wanna have fun
[Verse 3: Odium]
None of these people be taking me serious
Busting the Glock then they bleed like a period
Killing your family, collateral damage
I talk to myself like I was schizophrenic
Like David Berkowitz, talk to my dogs
Drunk off your blood, feeling like I'm in fog
Releasing the tension, I get through the brawl
Bitches be crying won't mind jacking off
Told you "Stop crying" this shit is not helping
I listen to demons, the shit that they tell me
I wanna be different but I cannot help it
I cut off the heads and I place it in shelving
Remember the birches, the words that I speak
Wearing a hockey mask like Trick-or-Treat
Thought I was bluffing, you clearly deceived
I'm a unique, I'm craving your blood, can't you see?
I will grab the machete, put it through your mind
Nine millimeter taking vital signs
Looking the part but I'm not a nice guy
Stabbing the pussy then give it cream pie
Bitches don't like me, don't bring me around
So I stabbing they stomach and making they sounds
Now they blowing red bubbles right out of they mouth
And they twitching the crank and they go in the ground
I don't think they be knowing how sick that I is
Wrapping them up like Saint Nicholas gifts
Meat is so tender, the bodies dismembered
This nigga's so cold like I'm born in December
Intrusive Thoughts was written by Ware-Wolff & Odium & Legacey.
Ware-Wolff released Intrusive Thoughts on Mon Sep 04 2017.