at the alter

boller, dogy kept on barking put that bitch in shock collar. holler at this biller spending spinach the shot caller. Tommy gun clicking is my vengeance when them punks faulter. find yo daddy at the alter praying for a safe return, ashes kept in the urn, the little bitch didn't learn. so came to pass when the moment shoulda clicked but he didnt turn, the very moment that he heard the click from pistol burnt. talk is tough, but dime a dozen now hes nothing that can be discerned. still thought nobody gonna miss him but daddy asking for another turn. and as the world turns, the wic of the candle burns, another tick of the tock the hand the clock will steadily churn. so with the witness evidence been dismemberment and then liquid so to the drain with the visionary lets get that image suspended, never coming again to this place be uplifted, and when the detectives are on the case sent the place you inlisted. karma has a way of keeping pace with the gifted, and in another space we'll reunite with the wicked. and as the world spins, the wax of the candle drips, flames begin lick the end of the whick and this is it.