Syntax Error

By OUT PSYCHO

Released on August 8, 2016

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[Verse One]

I'll slit this wrist so damn atrociously

Till i'm actually tripping synthetically

And whenever i'm composing without the pen

I'm actually half moa half skeleton

Practicing nocturnal anti-rap

That's not even existing in the non-human realm

But i'm beyond a Jedi's sixth sense so Sith do not try to attempt

It's two thousand sixteen and i'm stepping unto the scene

To spit this verbally cause i'm destined to do so sonically

Still passionately skinning rodent skins

Barbecuing babies intestines

Till there's nothing left but extinctions

I'm finally reentering this plasma pool

Through doorsteps into the mysteries astral fortresses

Leaving every emcee in existence speechless

For at least three eons till they corpses turn into skeletal features

It's scary and glamorous

But i guess its meant to be this venomously hazardous

To actually determine then bitch


[Verse Two]

You cannot stop me from releasing this from within

So count to ten before this bird's skeleton just scorch and squirm

Still witnessing visions of robotics burned in caverns

And thus i'm about to cause some chocking hazards

Cause i was meant to sizzle a few of this dismissal buzzsaw

And oh i'm disinfecting critics through this unknown

Trimming some intense verbs

That's extensive in decks

At the same time still living in cotex

Cause i'm destined to achieve fearless strength

To withstand some horrors that's beyond the comprehend

I'm practicing codec concepts

That doesn't make sense but it does make robotic inspects

And its a terror for me to dissect a living corpse

Till it hemorrhages

Detoxifying germs through scavenges and of course

With this furious lyricism i'm horribly grotesque

That's not even glamorous to just compact


[Verse Three]

I'm beyond anything so keep on bashing this

Splattering the bones of deceased residents

Decaying inhabitants across lost deserts

Leaving nothing but folklore tales and urban legends

Forming words of despicable mess

Still witnessing synthetic depths whenever i'm mutilating my glands

Till i'll eventually enter the daunting traps

That's booming from within extreme vortex

A gateway to versatile dimensions

Where monstrous growths detects some spontaneous combustion

Thus anything I've created so far inflicts cancerous scars

That's bizarrely vivid just like tenderous meat cuts

Plus i'm leaving marks of graphicness

Ain't no stopping me from fermenting this aggressiveness

That its internally hemorrhaging graphically

That you'll end up witnessing visions that's beyond far fetched visionaries