Trash Wrld
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•01 May 2022
casketboii about to spout off some off the wall shit now. get prepared. lets go. the former days of liberation, and the modern days of pestilence are conjuring up a darker intent... destabilize the innocent.. The Lonliest realm we live in resent, no time to deny it, no time to repent, perpetual hate in the world where i dwell, blood on the concrete, brains on the wall, what's a cadaver without a soul? just an impeccable corpse is all, lacking intelligence, dabbles in pestilence, chock full o' maggots and smells so petulant. im not a martyr, Call me the Lich, surrendered my soul at the flip of a switch, fucc all the bullshit, im here to be mourned i cheated the system therefore, im reborn! i am the The wicced witch of the West, incanting verses o' plenty, the voodooists cease their chanting, blacc magic done left em empty. i am the mage of the trailer park, in a trenchcoat when its after dark, pushing my buttons i summon a demon to murk all the gluttonous narcs.They call me the Witch of the Wicced craft, My attitude stoic and somber, at the viable end of the Ritual, cadavers for miles to conjure. slinging around the wand again, committing a million sins , the ritual calls for a sacrifice, so im in the pit with the rotting men. my eyes begin to roll backwards now , i cannot see anymore, i try to remember my happy place, but sorcery makes it worth the war sorcery makes it worth all the war.. sorcery makes it worth the war. i take my tribute to the blacklist. i put my hatchet to the halfwit, throw him out in traffic, lower than a half brick, put his ass to work and put his soul back in the basket
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casketboii about to spout off some off the wall shit now. get prepared. lets go. the former days of liberation, and the modern days of pestilence are conjuring up a darker intent... destabilize the innocent.. The Lonliest realm we live in resent, no time to deny it, no time to repent, perpetual hate in the world where i dwell, blood on the concrete, brains on the wall, what's a cadaver without a soul? just an impeccable corpse is all, lacking intelligence, dabbles in pestilence, chock full o' maggots and smells so petulant. im not a martyr, Call me the Lich, surrendered my soul at the flip of a switch, fucc all the bullshit, im here to be mourned i cheated the system therefore, im reborn! i am the The wicced witch of the West, incanting verses o' plenty, the voodooists cease their chanting, blacc magic done left em empty. i am the mage of the trailer park, in a trenchcoat when its after dark, pushing my buttons i summon a demon to murk all the gluttonous narcs.They call me the Witch of the Wicced craft, My attitude stoic and somber, at the viable end of the Ritual, cadavers for miles to conjure. slinging around the wand again, committing a million sins , the ritual calls for a sacrifice, so im in the pit with the rotting men. my eyes begin to roll backwards now , i cannot see anymore, i try to remember my happy place, but sorcery makes it worth the war sorcery makes it worth all the war.. sorcery makes it worth the war. i take my tribute to the blacklist. i put my hatchet to the halfwit, throw him out in traffic, lower than a half brick, put his ass to work and put his soul back in the basket
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