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bloody gloves - insane poetry lyrics

[chorus: insane poetry]
gloves (gloves)
i got them dirty gloves (okay)
the the ones with the stains on ’em
yeah them dirty gloves
gloves, my gloves
you know them famous gloves (yeah)
the ones with bloodstains on ’em
yeah they oj gloves
i got all these voices inside my head and i can’t ignore ’em
i’m the architect with the blood, you know i paint decorum
that’s why i got stains on my gloves, i rip this frame in portions
all it did was give me a rush, it was insane and gorgeous

[verse 1: insane poetry]
every night i get a urgе
see i’m excited by the purgе
with the books of blood from front to back, see, i’m ignited by the words
see i reside by the birds where no one will find that i am disturbed
i am a nerd, i’m in your house where the violence occurred and i’m on the verge
to hack bodies up with a circle saw is the crime i prefer
to rot in a cell for a hundred years is the time i deserve (woo)
his spine, you see, i preserve in the bas*m*nt inside a church
handed down from a ceiling fan, suspended by his nerves
my portrait of pain is morbid insane (morbid)
if i believe you are bewitched, i set your corpses in flames
it’s my fortress of pain as my music spews out the blood
and i’ll probably be caught if i did do it without my gloves
[chorus: insane poetry]
gloves (gloves)
i got them dirty gloves (okay)
the ones with the stains on ’em
yeah them dirty gloves
gloves, my gloves
you know them famous gloves (yeah)
the ones with bloodstains on ’em
yeah they oj gloves
i got all these voices inside my head and i can’t ignore ’em
i’m the architect with the blood, you know i paint decorum
that’s why i got stains on my gloves, i rip this frame in portions
all it did was give me a rush, it was insane and gorgeous

[verse 2: insane poetry]
ain’t no thought about why i do it
see i provide y’all with violent music
that plays loud in the bas*m*nt
while i strikes and lost spinal fluid
the butcher brother call him dr. death
in the background you see the baphomet
as i operate on his upper half
it’s another slab i had to prop his neck
i gets down with the sharpest tools
as a artist used just to go through ’em
it’s so gruesome how i go do ’em
plain and simple, i loathe humans
i like torture so that’s plotting to cut your torso whole, rot inside
this torment hole, maggots and leeches and the worms below i burn ’em slow
i’m attracted like flies to the stench (stench)
ain’t no changing my mind, see, i’m convinced (convinced)
this is for me, it’s my violent revenge
before i do my dirty work tonight i must admit
i need my gloves
[verse 3: mc bushpig]
scat butcher i’m the k!lla in ya nightmares
coming from the land down under
sickest in the southern hemisphere
oz demon sh*t harvesting the blood in my divine lair
make a shrine for the evil in my mind yeah
i don’t need an invocation of the devil, cos shes right there
summoning the goddess with the genital warfare
suicidal orgy form a portal from venereal tears
in the v*g*n*l incisions where knife i manifest death
pump the carcass full of jizm just to resurrect flesh
spitting rotten text abhorrent stench spreads
wider than the length or any rabbit proof fence
no effects spit raw straight brutal gore text
outer west splatter rap dialect to slit ya biters necks
ya wanna prevent an early death
so raise ya line of defence
avoid destruction n revenge
or get crushed like insects
run n hide spend ya life in a state of fearful suspense
speaking from the realm where morbid s*x is a virtue
with a piece of steel sharpened up to murder you
cook up and serve you
my lyrics they will hurt you convert you
with the vomit gore rap to see my world view
submerge u sperm puke
unmercifully cut you then nurse the wound
after coming in em make a blood womb
for my worm juice
seedlings to incubate then give birth through
f*ck ya feelings i’m here m*st*rbating as i curse you
[verse 4: mc bushpig]
philosophise while i describe this reality
*open this lucid unreal state of blasphemy
raping your calcified sphere of awareness
graphically k!lling ya tripping on violence

- insane poetry lyrics

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