Visions

[Chorus]
I cannot feel anything but this urge to go hurt them, I don't know
Keep gettin' visions of death, this big murder, I'm watchin' em all go
When I go stalkin' and followin', walkin' behind em and oh no
That is the end for the victim, no time for a break of the poor soul

I cannot feel anything but this urge to go hurt them, I don't know
Keep gettin' visions of death, this big murder, I'm watchin' em all go
When I go stalkin' and followin', walkin' behind em and oh no
That is the end for the victim, no time for a break of the poor soul

[Verse 1: Crucified]
Choppin' it, makin' it bloody and makin' the murder within of me, chopping and makin' it pop and I want to get part of me, gotta be dead and these victims again and these victims again and be seekin' thе agony, pickin' it bad and be linkin' the family, poppin' and pickin' em up and I'm makin' a rut
And thеn back to my deputy, cannibal cut

I'm at the top of the syllable, top and then makin' em chop while I'm makin' em open the gate and be severed, I'm givin' a fuck, I don't make it a map but I'm makin' the post

I'm bouta put em all down
But I get em online
But available time
I'll be lettin' me know bout the game but I fuck, all the murder, my side
If I get em all dry
Then my venom will tie to them

Apartment, I get off my property, gettin' licked up when I'm sinnin'
No bombin' em, get it? Horizon, I murder, arisin'
My timer to get it, be tyin' em up, they dyin' to get, but I'm draggin' em up, then I'm gonna get inside em

Think of the competition
Think of the loss of proper patient
Bouta go chop, I never miss em
Look at the darkest show we're facin'
Then I be talkin', never listen
Then I may cough up for the vision
Then I think "I should make a visit"

Smokin' the guns and I pick in the boss of them, put on my level I make it a part of, they come for the trouble, they better forget it, be takin' em off and I gotta be draggin em, pickin' em up and the syllables, thought "I'ma do it" and pickin' em up when I take, I murder, but they gonna be gay motherfuckers, then crucify them then I'm bouta make em POUND

Hey Christopher, gonna be comin' and gettin', nobody can fuck up, I get em and take em for dinner, but they won't get there when I make em POUNCE

For kickin' deeper, but they suffer the fuck of the brother, the rover, they must have been underground, look it, they bust, I fuck undercover NOW

They will be cryin' out "Oh lord"
Was it all worth it, all those wars?
Thought it was fun to get soul war, look at em run

He murdered this evenin', they didn't believe it until they were bleedin', their mother was leavin', when they saw was leavin', I'm leavin', I'm leakin', they wreakin', I'm teachin', I'm not even done

Hacking ‘em, packing em, bagging ‘em, put ‘em in coffin and making it fun again, bet

{Chorus}
I cannot feel anything but this urge to go hurt them, I don't know
Keep gettin' visions of death, this big murder, I'm watchin' em all go
When I go stalkin' and followin', walkin' behind em and oh no
That is the end for the victim, no time for a break of the poor soul

I cannot feel anything but this urge to go hurt them, I don't know
Keep gettin' visions of death, this big murder, I'm watchin' em all go
When I go stalkin' and followin', walkin' behind em and oh no
That is the end for the victim, no time for a break of the poor soul

[Verse 2: DOWN6]
Mofucka's applauding and hollering when I enter through
Smoke on the bowl then rot on the couch in the fucking living room
Follow in line of bad habits, like jack rabbits, I’m vegetated
Brush on the page of the canvas murder in ink was all premeditated

D-double the ammo, I aim out the whip, I’m ending conversations
Never the lambo, look at my civ, crucifying nations
Little bit sick in the head, I been off of the meds, they call me a mental patient
Sparking the wood then I bark at the hood and I go on a rage with the pencil blazing

Crawl out the grave and I lurk in the window, the knuckles are really in shattering glass
Panic attack when they seeing the scythe, the fear and the chills, will riddle your back
Don’t nobody wanna fuck around up in the undaground, knowing I triple in mass
Abolish many and I'm outta bracket when I hit up a mic with the deepest of passion

Gutting em all with venomous touch of the blade, you cannot be making a case
Destroying the evidence now they be stuck in there loss, a son I had to replace
Bloody murder on they property, properly dissing dishonest false prophecies
Drop when the Glock pop pop pop pop, left to bleed

There is no denying that DOWN6 and Crucified
Murdering any oppossin', we bout this and ruin lives
Three thousand big boy's, always test the outcast
Poppin-the-gat at pussies, giving in at pushy ways of combat

Dump in the pit when they fall under pressure
I'm killing a snitch and they drop on the stretcher
Fuck on yo bitch in the back of the whip
And your body in trunk, it is making this better
Struggle when telling the story, never gon find you like you dory
They miming what I method but not precise in every category

[Chorus]
I cannot feel anything but this urge to go hurt them, I don't know
Keep gettin' visions of death, this big murder, I'm watchin' em all go
When I go stalkin' and followin', walkin' behind em and oh no
That is the end for the victim, no time for a break of the poor soul

I cannot feel anything but this urge to go hurt them, I don't know
Keep gettin' visions of death, this big murder, I'm watchin' em all go
When I go stalkin' and followin', walkin' behind em and oh no
That is the end for the victim, no time for a break of the poor soul