(Motherfucka Season) Pimped By Insanity XII  

            “When I finally cross over into the planes of hell

After a long hard life I would be answering the Devil’s Gmail, 

            “I know when I arrive shit will be next level new

Drama to the extreme that will never be through,

            “My emotions are in hell as my flesh still roam the earth

If both crisscross then there will be a world of hurt,

            “Even if I reach a balance or evil medium

Life will deadly flourish under a dark necromantic sun,

            “Whole in hate and unrelentless revenge

But never broken, because I will succubus doggystyle it to the end,

            “Catching the full infection of a brimstone STD

That will cause me to release flesh eating flame every time I pee,

            “Tell me in my raw form am I wrong to spread the disease?

Causing bitches to shit blood every time they sneeze,

            “Looking in my eyes where there is no mercy

Questioning themselves ‘why you wanna hurt me’,

            “Hurt is my pleasure and unconditional peace

The more that is given the more I will feast,

            “Showing the sinister meaning of gluttony

Especially, if any motherfucka tries to fuck me over,

            “Dark potions and persistent poison will be injected into the vein

As I watch the effects slowly eat away at the brain,

            “Now a motherfucka don’t know if I’m coming or going

While being pimped by insanity as my personal logic I’m whoring,

            “Doubting what is right and accepting what is wrong

Moving in pressured unwelcomed ways as I moan a song,

            “Not knowing if I’m the receiver or the one that is giving                  

But I feel more violated with every day that I’m living,

            “At times murder, sex and insanity is one and the same

 Burning my mind, body and soul in a universal apocalyptic game,

            “The vicious cycle constantly rings like a cerebral phone

That is slowly disconnecting me from reality until I am completely gone”.