Glass House Ent . (Osiris & Adekt) - Ode Of Death [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1: (Osiris)

(Yeah, Glass House, Uhh Yo!)
Your faculty is indited with severed heads//
Punctured led//
Hammer nails throughout my skull like pinhead//
An bloodline of hellion conception//
Our act of valor's no deception//
Visual prophecy determines//
What's to take over the present//
A cast of black magic to open gates of dark crescents//
In wish I come with its blessed fulfilled perspective//
There ain't good or evil only flesh with the pleasure to wreck it//
Display excessive lascivious after spirits have crossed intersections, To other realms//
Bring your existence to hell//
I'll swell your throat to kill you like an allergic reaction//
You get subtracted off this individual fraction//
For you worship the mistaken Allah you've become a distraction//
I'll strike you all famine//
Your fetus within will feast off organs like your abdomen//
Remain the unaffected fucking catalyst//
When damaging//
Suicidal ravishment//
The pleasures of inflicting you pain is my attraction bitch//
Expect a reign of havoc off demonic actions//
Physical suffer in your womb that's similar to contractions//
To cause you distress is a fucking habit//
Your a bitch, so when you die to a female you'll reincarnate//
I am the spawn of saints//
Who burn in scorching flames//
I am the face of pain//
And trust you don't know pain//
Until the day you've come across my fucking face//
That ill implant physically in your brain//
I'm to determine your faith//
Drink the blood of a teens slit wrist//
Your life is a glitch//
Omegas of 666//
My goons walk through black mist//
Your spirits at risk//
I'll scratch you faggots with, needles like vinyls on turntables to rest you in piss// (Bitch!)

Verse 2: (Adekt)

(Ha, Uhh Adekt Muthafuckas, Yeah!)
Lead vocalist//
Metropolis enchanted by my vocal chords//
Over moral borders//
Flow through beats like erythrocytes//
Instrumental Necropolis//
I know you feel the vibe//
But feel it while you can these be murderous rhymes//
Pack a dime whiff lines//
Cut throats float souls//
Chewing on your teeth diabolical breed!//
Heed from the heathen//
Even if you don't believe it//
Who else do you know that talks about the sixes//
The misfits//
The sick kids//
Six O'clock crucifixes//
Afflict you with whips//
Factual myths//
Hew putrid meat//
Break reality//
Of, contaminated physiology//
It's a six trilogy//
Verbally enlightening//
Humans on profanity//
Death strikes inevitably//
When the blood jets out scorched arteries//
It's marvelous to see, you dressed drenched with platelets//
Personally//
I think it's jealousy//
When critics speak against us//
But I ain't tripping on em cause once the guns bust//
I'll dispose of em like crust//
But that's just us//
Unhealthy personality like//
When a bitch shows lust//
Ain't no stopping what they started//
We ain't stopping till they puss//
Bust nuts on the guts//
I Fuck the bitch's cuts//
Prep a hymn with a grin for the angel of sin//
Spit odes of elaborate rank//
Prestige individual//
Foo's jock the style//
I guess they be the mutual//
To me your shit is mild//
You'll find its unusual//
The way I spit it casual//
Like shroom looped visuals//
(Adekt Muthafuckas Uhh!)