Nocturnal Verses

[Verse 1]
Contagious, infectious, the darkness infected
Perfected, connected, to test this on skeptics
Detected, I'm 'bout to leave no clues for the detectives
Just several perspectives of your bloody complexion
Session, a killer spree initiated quick
Anarchy shall rise, I'm on some innovative shit
As I burn my every clip, to murder every prick
All trapped in nocturnal verses that I spit
Frequently homicides, I'll do this shit anyday
I was prepared for you motherfuckers anyways
Many days passed, I rap to slaughter decibels
Immeasurable syllables on bars to set the shit
The flow so tight like a Fo-fo strikes
In the middle of ya village, it's a cold cold night
This psycho might grab yo life
An eye for an eye this the track where you die!

[Hook x2]
Burn you alive, Imma murder Ya life
And take you muthafuckas to the point of demise
We down to ride on you weak other suckers on the mic
Yo, tell 'em what it is, I came to empty all my clips

[Verse 2]
The microphone fiend, activated to spit
The alcohol, greens, I'm enabled to flip
Rest assure I'll do whatever just to aggravate the shit
The souls in ya head so decapitation's quick
See I put the pump shotty above ya body
Shotgun silencer, no wonder they ain't caught me
Probably the most efficient and sickest on the rhythm
To hit 'em like adrenaline flows inside the bloodstream
Must be, El Bandito the lethal chemical substance
Ruptures ya insides, they thought I was bluffin'
Trust me... I'm poetically hustling
Everyday's the same, these inferiors bussin?
Fuck 'em, I slash they veins, increasing the pain
I'm so sick, I put diseases in shame
Compassionate? I'm inconsiderate, spit killer shit
With a wicked twist, telepathy splitting ya ligaments

[Hook x2]
Burn you alive, imma murder Ya life
And take you muthafuckas to the point of demise
We down to ride on you weak other suckers on the mic
Yo, tell 'em what it is, I came to empty all my clips

[Verse 3]
Burn you alive with a rhyme I've combined
To ultimately damage with a muthafuckin line
In my prime like always, I've painted my war face
Hellish scriptures leave you endangered, my war games
Can harm space, I'm making cash on your death
You ain't breaking no necks, you just rapping for checks
You a maggot in the flesh, a pacifist that rep...
Hip-Hop don't need you, fucking faggots in a dress
I splatter the mess, intestines infesting
The walls of creativity, take this as a lesson
Drench 'em and drown 'em in they own pool of blood
To prove that I bust mics to kill foolish thugs
Provoke when I spit, you can't cope with my fist
A bloody murder scene when I'm focused to rip
Look, a solar eclipse, and I'm loaded with clips
Don't underestimate my high when I'm smokin' my shit

[Hook 2x]
Burn you alive, Imma murder Ya life
And take you muthafuckas to the point of demise
We down to ride on you weak other suckers on the mic
Yo, tell 'em what it is, I came to empty all my clips