Coded Rhythm Talk - Foreign Beggars

I walk with an army of zombies, dancing and chanting

Bloodfests and orgies, skeletons are marching

With ogres and martians

Evil cantations

Paegans and witches, the flight of a raven

Songs from the gravestones, fire from the rooftops

Brimstone and lightning, curse of a cyclops

My rage in a red cloud, vortex of cyclones

Storms in a teacup, fight til my eyes closed

Is this my coffin or a lifeboat to Cairo?

Ships on the dead sea, offspring of pirates

Offerings for lost gods buried in the silence

The thirteenth ghost from the halls of the asylum

Giants of seance, rain, sun or hailstones

Stopped in my tracks, handcuffed to a rail road

Waiting for a slow train due before morning

Welcome to the end of the world that we’re born in

I’m going to try and kick it with that rhyming shit that’s scientific

But even my lightest lyrics seem like hieroglyphics to mindless critics

Fuck your spineless gimmicks, wisely set, we come precise as physics

My wisdom on the track like some semen on your nicest biscuits

Just a violent misfit trying to vocalise my life’s statistics

Cos hazard be decisively while my peeps release the tightest mixes

But why should indict tendecies as Hitler’s

Trying to fix this wine because the light’s ballistics

Symbiotic structure of flows, rhymes and drum patterns

Shattering soundscapes raise your wordplay with shaking atoms

Staggering through time and space like beligerent individuals

Foreign Beggars symphatized it nice but not hospitable

Visual conceptualisation resulted in coded rhythm talk

Diminishing listenings written in chalk

Making a stalk are the weaker seeds of the first signs

My third eye sheds a tear through fear of the burning light

Cold-hearted

Insane

And maybe sane at the same time

So evil

We’re all gunna be slaughtered

I’m the son of a demon

Conceived with no semen

The hell-raiser

Threw in a razor and can’t feel it

I see through an eye-patch

I’m just about breathing

The cobwebs are bleeding

Revealing my feelings

Half brother of Damien

Drinking uranium

I’ll snatch up the atmosphere and put out the sunlight

What could be better than spoiling your fun so

Feast on a new-born and fetish for tongue is

How I became to be known as the one

I’m a flesh crawling hybrid

Crossed with a dinosaur

T-Rex power drill banging on your front door

Skin scorched bad like the singing detective

Lord of all darkness, the true Loch Ness

FB’s on deception like a lethal injection

Protection from my crucifix ends in rejection

Prepare for the end of this world cos we’re ballin'

I’m dryly spiteful

It’s higher it’s highly insightful

Orifice on the offend, rippin it like a Tyson

Despite all that my nine to five what is mine and rightful

Strive for the life that is nice because finding rhymes is highly delightful

Lies are viral, especially when dispersed by meisers on vinyl

I’m violently inclined like the plight of a tyrant’s rival

Can’t to decide whether to confide in a knife or bible

Providing a fight in spite is just a coward’s cry for survival

Attention defecit reflection of edgy restlessness

Never mention perfection yes I dwell in the densest crevices

My head is where the best of them perish, the battle’s effortless

Feeding off the fact that you’re stressing 'bout your defencelessness

Every single person’s a victim for different reasons

Defeating yourself is just your instincts committing treason

Spitting every season come ice, fire or water

Enter this next level of malevolence and slaughter

Prepare for the end of this world cos we ballin' x 8