Sacrilege

[Verse: Chino XL]
The super ultra violence that I glamourize
Since a child I've been predestined to claim destiny's homicide
Tested for being domestically
Challenged and infested with the brightest
Dark thoughts of the lost cross, can I be categorized?
With bleeding wounds that should be cauterized and televised
It's a zombie holocaust: we just waiting for the Death to arrive
I got real problems that render me
I woulda drown The Beatles in the Yellow Submarine
And cut the brake lines of Lady Dia's limousine
And sold Michael Jackson's doctor
Conrad Murray half-price Thorazine
I'ma blasphemous bad machine
Malfunctioning murdering everything
You could see the sparks from the melting irons
In my vile mind developing
Dripping like IV's of adrenaline that were filled with blood plasma
My pen got scoliosis, cancers, hate, AIDS, asma
Forget the dollars, it's for every body's bone that I've fractured
My cage would have tarantulas
And black widows stinging your arteries faster
Disemboweling colons faster
The exhillerant master, intolerant bastard
With verses that could fill up the filling cabinets
Spitting that Sacrilege
I'm the angriest Anarchist
With scriptures that woulda level the several Bible passages