Weekend Gospel

[Def-init]

What if the night started with a meal...
Than a line sniffed from home plate to the outfield?
On a bed spread eagle. She exposed the wound that never heals
She asked "How's your testicular fortitude?"
I replied "It's like you...a bulimic bitch after the food!"
She said that's crude...
I laugh, cause in the morning, I'm the one asking "Who the fuck are you"
Bitch what do you want to do? Start with the explosion of sexual shrapnel?
Get right to the moans from being fucked in stereo?
Awake livid about the vivid ass bashing that was like a hammer and anvil?
I feel awfully bad, but have to agree
My chromosomes orchestrated the penetration with mastery
Right after the actual event. The facts of your silence became blissful
I'm spittin the weekend gospel. With visuals, frightful
Like switching lanes, grinding gears and missing the wheel
After the squeal...Feeling the light and glass became a splash of real

11:30am her B/F is asking for beef!
Screw beef. I'm setting the stage for war.
Screams of gore, this dude splattered outside of a convenience store.
Don't think I will ignore yeah fucker, fuckin chill...
I got no problem dismantling you for the deposit on your sheet metal grill
My mental spit a metal bitch slap . Call it a crowbar!
This fucker was so gay he drove up sitting backwards in his car
His facial features frustrated like an innocent inmate
Cause the bitch I just face fucked spent his money on our date
Asshole...Hate it or love it but dont hate the player
Hospitalize you in fragments, wrapped in barbwire
Countless casualties comatose in eloquence as this entity in front of me expires
Pick the place...in the water with Hoffa, in a home, alone with hellfire
Liquidized in pig intestines, shot through a cannon into the quagmire
Either way you have an empty grave with a tombstone made of stone and sapphire

Crucifixion is the schematic, nailed hands and feet...the mechanics
Heaven is hazardous. Happiness that flows through veins from a pin head
Is the drug of choice to escape life when alone in the homestead.
My thoughts are widespread, like bullets in war becoming red lead.
Twilight surface on the chrome, increase calculations and shatter domes
Foaming at the mouth happens from a variety of syndromes
Fuck my father, I'm the prince considered 'darkest'
Consider me noble walkin down a pagan's passage,
My advance leaves anyone breathing, believing they have been trespassed
Drop your knee to the grass; drag the body deep into a ships mast
Screams broadcast, with highlights at the center of any sportscast
The god I pray to with missing limbs, demands the sacrifice of homo skin
So video of beheadings doesn't scare me, I'm equipped with a grenade and no pin!
You want Sin? You want fear tactics? Rent 'Saw' and mute it.
Than get the Sonics from 'Hostel' and play it through it.
Raise the spirit of Hitler; give his mustache to Def-init
That complete's the flexibility in which I will reenact and narrate it

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