Gehenna

Imma corpse in my casket, claws around my glass, gettin lost in my past with thoughts of an assassin, smell the sin from the hell i spin with the devils pen, revel in my element, Settle in with skeletons, feel the wind, a microphone in my controls a chilling thing, if I compose n write a tome you might just go n kill again, eraserhead, arrange a page of lead when my rage is fed, I raise my breath with a razors edge, time to play with death,