Hope to God it'll torture you to madness Hit em Mental health conditions Got me preforming self-incisions (Slice) Committing murders on stealth missions (Manson) For those with wealth ambition Who embellish in Satanism Sacrificing pigeons on pentacles for hellish religions The modern me practicing sodomy, mojo lobotomy like pottery You're odd to me, opposite of what's hot to me I got a vast array of disorders You're passed away when slayed and slaughtered The Master, obey, what I display is morbid Specific symptoms: terrific pimpin' Scientifically horrific hieroglyphic lyric prolific, limpin' Sometimes I feel like Somebody's watchin' me, brainwashin' me harshly Paranoia like you scared to fly My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die Numerous factors, humorous actors Your uterus gets fractured, cerebrum with a tumor on its axis This is absolute madness All right now, let's assume that there is a method to his madness Can I play with madness Vampires, zombies and werewolves Only scare fools, the real world is scarier Monsters are metaphors for real evil Murderers and cannibals, some real people Who sold my soul to demons, an evil overachiever Needed bloodbaths to laugh since ten years old Started skinnin' neighborhood cats to cleanse my soul Cut open my neighbor's golden retrievers, go in with the clever Gaggin' from the stench of it's body decomposing in ether That's when I knew this was for me, the power of God Ultimate control over your life or death is mine! Zoomin' impulse off of results of torturing folks Unfortunate souls, that chose wrong at the fork in the road Final destination is set, feel the vibration's of death In ya' chest every time you take a breath Staring in to eyes of horror? Anguish And laugh? For ransom then send maggots Clears the path to madness This is madness Of course writers, especially poets, are particularly prone to madness Can I play with madness