Verse 1: Real threat, Adept skill steal breath kill/ necks, conceal thread steel deal death/ In the game life what you got “Spade five diamond straight nines”/ I got it dog my book, Ace high/ Take rook, take knight, king queen take lives/ I’m crazed this, gre-nade my take mines/ Hate guys be-have like caged wild raged ape/ Primate slave inmate mind/ I’m tired hearin’ all the talk about how the hammers spray/ “Green wit’envy?” Nah I’m just amped off the gamma ray/ Cancer plague, make me banshee wit’ tantrum rage/ Like Rambo rampaging commando raid/ , Hulk mad grab soldier, Hulk slam/ Hulk smash and, clap skulls wit’ Hulk hands/ Hulk stamp ya, face inflict pain/ Sadist make sin wit’ sick insane grin/ Fangs stick neck veins drip maintain this/ Painstakin’, existence drains men/ Misfit, split brain schiz strange infamous/ Dangerous de-ranged ba, llistic/ Erase, kindness, I’m as, cold-as-metal/ Shhhh angel, now listen to the shoulder devil/ “Made me do it” oh I’m talkin crazy well maybe dog/ Maybe it’s the outbreak, bitten by the rabies dog/ Now I’m comin, bludgeonin’ ya back, Lil’ Slugger bats shovels/ Trudgin’ in the black mud grass covered/ Bloodbath in the gutter, laugh as you shudder/ Ask “Is it that bad?”, yeah, and you don’t know that half of it/ Chorus: This is BANG! Musick, Bloods walk crips bang to it/ Rappers talk shit, hawk spit flame to it/ Navy Seals play war games train to it/ Pro hit-men go load clip, aim to it/ BANG! Musick, that Hussein Doomsday music/ The noose chain watch you turn blue hang to it/ ‘Til you goin cuckoo insane to it and you can’t take it and you blow shoot brains to it/   Verse 2: BANG! Musick!, I’m a starvin’ artist zombie walkin warm corpse/ they thought dead from head trauma/ walked, out the morgue, through ya door, see you on the john/ eat you raw wit’ ya diamonds rhinestones gold teeth and all/ I’m the horror dream piranha creature deep dark/ Stephen King novel Swamp Thing in the peat bog/ Evil fiend god emcee nigga speak soft / Watch ya heartbeat, don’t breathe ‘til the beat's off/ Repeat Chorus Verse 3: Every so often I go off key/ scream like Steve Austin, blow off steam/ blow off feet walkin’, fall on knees/ crawl on street corners, go jogging/ Seems like he’s lost it, but more morphine/ means more sleep walkin’, and more war dreams/ means Ma-rine sergeants, and more bombings/ Dog my, brain’s gon’ be sore for a week/ Chorus 2: This is BANG! Musick, and we bangin’ ya brain to it/ I got the propane and I’m holdin’ the flame to it/ This ain’t a joke mane, we holdin’ ya dame to it/ By the main throat vein and holdin’ a blade to it/ (Repeat 1X)

Verse 1: Pen game proper, offer this song as a formal/ discourse on pen game proper,/ at Penn State College scholar, broke author,/ wrote more on chaos than stroke order/ mortal, no longer open, closed portal/ star gates beyond the time space border/ Raise my serpent head, hiss means certain death,/ purple green, skin markings means merciless/ Heathen swine eatin’ mind reader my, / evil eye give you hell visions, of the infidel sinner/ do penance on the hot coals yoga, asana pose / mantras the lama told me control chakra flow/ Trance of the shaman, dance of the druid/ chants of the witch doctor make the dream sleep lucid/ My guru put his hand in the flame, to prove the rumor/ Sufi music makes the pain threshold superhuman/ Verse 2: Hear my voice like, God’s in the wind it tears flesh off of skin/ like desert storms or breathes breath into men/ Impregnates old maids makes the pregnant sterile/ makes a grey wolf tame, or a tame bitch feral/ Lay hands over ya eyes, open the white lotus inside,/ which bestows the divine gnosis sublime/ focus ignites, emotional fire, explode up the spine/ implode the mind coma like, opium high/ Go to rabbit hole depths and imagine, the catacomb steps/ jackals roam in vast oceans of scattered bones/ Shattered blades are consecrated as plague weaponry/ when frog faced lepers pray to dog faced Hekate/ Method to the madness is madness is method/ meditate then smoke session, levitate with no effort Brain controls weather earthquakes and air pressure/ I lose my slow temper and change the globe’s temperature/

Chorus: Reynolds gon’ dead em all red rum set it off/ Let’s get the medics on deck call the Red Cross/ Reynolds gon’ dead em all red rum set it off/ Let’s get the medics on deck call the Red Cross/ Verse 1: Reynolds got a venompassion pen assassin/ hack ya fuckin’ rental wit’ a rusty iron hatchet after tire slashin’/ Hired madman in an iron mask, never smilin’ pedophile sex harraser/ violent bastard likes the child snatchin’/ Wild happy pliers grab vagina at the rhinoplasty/ child laughter splatterin’ piles o’ biomatter/ So vile I tie and gag em’ light gas and flash fry ‘em/ then bag the bone ashes so quiet and mild mannered/ Chorus Verse 2: Reynolds got that bile in ‘im, nihilism, genocidal bio-venom/ killin’ every child in a mile of ‘im/ Sick as Hein’ Himmler I don’t heil Hitler but I knife victims/ slice ribbons rip inside and defile women/ A malpracticin’ doctor, so nefarious/ make my own malaria plague Ebola carrier/ strains wit’ known pathogens trained,/ Proletariat soldiers, place my gas on the plane and choke passengers/ Chorus Verse 3: Reynolds got that madness in ‘im passionvenom “Venom Splash” / hidden dagger dig and stab in ‘im through the jacket denim/ jackin’ women kill ‘em strappin’ em, to the mattress ravage and/ stick my phallus in cadavers wit’ the maggots in ‘im/ Send ‘em to the foul Gehenna down into the valley Hinnom/ where, sinners drown in grief sadness weep gnashin’ teeth/ Agony, tragedy, demons sing blasphemy/ backwards scream yell and bask in Hell’s majesty/ Chorus Verse 4: Morbid black clown cry later laugh now/ crack down get ya chips in, ‘fore I cash out/ Burn a cash cow bombshell rip in half towns/ fulla glass round shrapnel fast spinnin’ ash clouds/ Hear the blast now frightened how long you last now? Til’ the nitro gas, pyroclast-cyclone crash down/ Titan clash sound kill em’ all wear a black shroud/ pour the flask out, in the gutter, pour the Jack down/

Chorus: I’ma show you the Spleen, I’ma show you all the ugliness,/ that you run from in a dream/ mean spirited and murderous things, the black, heart of the fiends/ of hell, heaven, and the Earth in-between/ I’ma show you the Spleen, I’ma show you all the ugliness,/ that you run from in a dream/ mean spirited and murderous things, the black, heart of the fiends/ of hell, heaven, and the Earth in-between/ Verse 1: When I grab the cordless mic, I spit abortion life,/ saliva like nightcrawler slime/ A type awful sight, rhymes are abnormal size,/ stillborns wit’ five arms and eyes/ I write, horror film archetypes, the sub-conscious fright/ that gives nightmare monsters life/ Armies o’ dead Nazis walk wit’ pet zombie dogs, next to killer ventriloquist dolls/ Sick in the, head goin’ insane/ Lobotomies, change nothin’ just put another hole in the brain/ Pay another rich doctor, to shock treat my,/ wrists and feet to, stop the bleeding stigmata/ But won’t stop the, first degree murder spree coercin’ me wit’ calm words in talk therapy/ Not ‘cause I’m bloodthirsty, most people not, worthy enough to be, shown mercy/ Chorus Verse 2: -I’m in league, wit’ a terrorist cell, of evil things from Sumerian hell/ wit’ beetle wings, and a carrion smell/ They speak to me, in malaria fever dream,/ to carry disease they bring in-between realms/ I laugh heartless in bad conscience blast armor,/ reincarnate as black mamba for bad karma/ transformed, out the mutant cocoon, went to the Lutheran pew,/ and ate a human like Eucharist food/ THE WINE IS THE BLOOD OF THE SON, DIVINE HUNGER/ WILL CRUSH THE BODY OF CHRIST UP, UNDER THE TONGUE/ In death I descend in the slum, to dirt grave to the mud/ the third day godflesh I become/ Then men say, Armaggedon has come, I ascend/ and plunge Destiny’s spear in the chest of the sun/ And spread global winter in the solar system stretch,/ oblivion well into next millennium/ Chorus

Let us speak with breath of leper/ calling swarm from hornet’s nest/ Infest with storm our anger/ forming nettle arms of strangling thorn/ Tongue as sword we visit pox/ upon your skin as peppercorn/ Issue forth the rain of glass/ from ashen cloud in acid drowned/ With crippled moan you crumble/ from the crushing bolts of thunder thrown/ Raise my hand and bring the granite shrapnel/ and the stinging sand/ To make your panic screaming to a phantom singing/ Dead and dreaming/ Aegis gone and naked/ May the grave embrace like babe in arms/

Verse 1: I got a small cabal o’ brawlers walkin’ evil stalk cathedral floors/ see the mosque, steeple bleedin’ gore like, Jesus pores/ Faucet water fallin’ red, drawn and quartered saw the head,/ off the neck flawless mortician morbid architect/ Elite Kabbalah scholar read ya palms or call the demons on ya/ call the priest, “Father plead to god, stop the seizure trauma!”/ Read the star, sequence arms, to-wards, zenith Mars/ speak the mantra scream and bring Jihad, on the equinox/ Song of war dogs, and the Four Horsemen in jaw droppin’/ atomic, bomb opera for ball comets/ Cosmic, dark comedy, flawed politics/ false prophets perform, Dante’s drama in god’s Odyssey/ And I’m the vagabond, reincarnated avatar,/ of, Jeff Dahmer after dark, in the abattoir/ Drag you off, to the torture rack strap the locks/ and, have you more than saddle sore, from the caddle prod/ Chorus: End is god’s design, when a blindin’ white,/ nuclear mushroom scars the sky/ and the sun, and the stars align,/ in the darkness shines the bright moon, in a water sign/ The end is god’s design, when a blindin’ white,/ nuclear mushroom scars the sky/ and the sun, and the stars align,/ in the darkness shines the bright moon, in a water sign/ Verse 2: I’m a scholar of theology studyin’ dread, dangerous/ tongues of death, angels spoken in dead, languages/ Potent as dead, ancient Enochian chants,/ wakin’ the ghosts of the damned, anger when woken is can-/ tankerous spoken incan-tations provoke ‘em/ and only, say it wit’ holy names of Jehovah spoken in Aramaic/ Pronunciation is sacred in scripture hidden for ages/ ya go insane and envision the face o’ god in the pages/ Reynolds the Cthulhu medical case,/ several days spent, two stage sexual phase/ Menstrual pain on a Tuesday, ended in raped genitals/ ooze from my mutate, tentacle face,/ The doomsday threat, the menace from space,/ came to end the age of, man’s tenure and reign/ So assemble Earth’s best de-fenders and trained generals/ “2012” meet me on Meggido plain/ Chorus Chorus 2: The end is god’s design, when the stars align/ with the moon, in a water sign/ The end is god’s design… The end is god’s design… The end is god’s design… The end is god’s design…

The Sixth Seal (Revelation 6:12-17)