[Dith]
Sunken eyes fulla fish-piss, lip split
Like Fluttershy back when I butterflied her in Ipswich
[Doodled]
- limp chick, sick shit - skin split with pop rocks.
Doubt lined her pink slip, outlined like it’s hopscotch.
[Blitz]
Not hospitable, been lost in subliminal thought
and been itchin to prod at what’s sinnable.
[Rubber]
Stuck to the spot no matter which way the wind will blow
Oh so distraught when I’m splattered with the visceral

[Dith]
Platter fulla ventricles - guards end scene -
Find out how I made Coco Pommel into Ed Gein
[Blitz]
Head clean severed from your body - i eviscerate
Givin way to fit your brain with you in the finished grave
[Doodled]
Finna wait ‘til the laughter passes outta Sing Sing -
still encaged - translate your ass tats to Wingdings
[Rubber]
Blinged teeth cause my mouth is full of razor blades
Blood drips daily when I speak in the ancient ways

[Blitz]
I’m bout all these savage words, don't be doubting the raconteur
Best believe me when i'm seething, we'll be seeing a massacre
In a field of cadavers you best be sneaking like lassiter
Imma leave yall gaspin, if you can even breath afterwards
[Doodled]
Out for herds with catheters -
sappin' her lavender bladder out of her.
Intravascular plasma she's coughin' up -
choking like Akaara Saadhana,
glow like Notre Dame is -
this anus pain is anticipated like Nostradamus. (Yah!)
[Rubber]
We're not the lamest so if you've got a problem with the posse?
Me, doodled, blitz, dith are gonna show up just to knock teeth
Constant sloshing as we douse Ponyville in gas
Gotta choke around a laugh as I strike and light a match
[Dith]
Catch me in the field of singing roses
I'm not the Gate, kid, I'm just the Key to keep it open
Go mainstream and creeping Creber out to keep a quota
A meal of nematodes I season with a hematoma

[Rubber]
So focused on knives like a needle through the eye
[Blitz]
See you copin with your life, you gon' bleed out in the night
[Rubber]
Reach my full height as I weave through the moonlight
[Blitz]
I’ll eat you in due time and feast on a fool’s mind

[Dith]
String together socks, got a noose tie
[Doodled]
Lose mind - bring together locks, got a cruel fine
[Dith]
Tomb-time passing with the ghouls playing Who's Line
[Doodled]
Loose finds: crashing in the soot, fadin’ smooth shines

[Rubber]
If you ride the band wagon please strap yourself in
Keep your hands in the cabin or you’ll probably lack a limb
[Dith]
Acting grim, crack a grin til the grin’s cracking both jaws
Life’s a cosmic joke that I’m laughing at with old gods
[Doodled]
No-fraud folklore, come to spread the truth afar -
World's a bedridden dark web and I'm Mutahar
[Blitz]
Do a dark ritual for fun, i love leaving scars
If you don’t bleed, then i’m not really seeing art.

[Doodled]
Feed your art - even the fates don't want a part of this:
[Dith]
Reach for stars, decapitate Camelopardalis.
[Doodled]
Heed your part - no gravitating to a Spartacus.
[Dith]
Eat your heart, I'm masturbating with your cartilage
And saving all the harder bits for gravy, I'm a chef
Get my name into your head with intracranial flechettes
[Rubber]
Shadow warp to the north just to stand with bated breath
Then absorb any force that sends angels to their death

[Doodled]
'Course it's a learning curve for contortionists -
better furnished as more Metamorphosis
than Franz could approach in portions - ban, then poach the cautions -
perverted servants and worse horseshit.
[Dith]
If whitekitten liked spittin’ he’d read my stuff, and
If I featured they would put the word ‘creature’ in front
Writing pony lines in the open space on my last limb
So on the Day of Judgment I’ll be reading ya Past Sins.
[Blitz]
- I keep a life of secrecy, frequently creepin through scenes so police can keep the peace.
- Jeeze
I mean like everyday, it’s uncool
They’re comin up with dumb hoops that i gotta jump through
[Rubber]
Fuck you, I awoke the mare in the blood moon
Burn runes with names of anyone that had stayed tuned
Fates crude, earn the pains of weathered old gods
And I drag around chains when I sever strained bonds

[Doodled]
James Bond you're not - stunned; fear death.
You're done, I'm done here - plot to bleed less.
[Dith]
It’s time: Pony Point Of View hits a riptide -
Drip slime, put your hands together for the zip-tie.
[Blitz]
Bitch I’m - comin like a plague, but I play god
Path full of rappers in my wake, better pray, dog.
[Rubber]
Stay strong when I stitch the wound for finality
Splayed long curtains hide the room in the final scene