[Intro]

What m I tell ya, Let me give you little inside information about God! He's lamely sick [bad word] [bad word] #33; He is tightass, he's insaneass! He is absolutely lamelord, wish of that? Never!

[Verse I: Alzymerz]
In the garden of heathens, you go gagging my [bad word] 
I leave your arms bleeding, my team more harmful than demon
I pricked your gosple of the life on the outer of ghostblood,
Your throat cuts, and leave your body leap like a pone cut,
Sodom nuts, just like a fact if you dawn us
The talking glaze bear close to bear, close to rotten [bad word] 
Its Hyde and Dyad Souls sticking knifes inside your skull
Then we laughing like a trolls, when your life is like coat
The lyrical terrorists who never bleeding the fest
You weak as the [bad word]  you [bad word] when i'll beat you with cyst
My cleaver is sheave, surprising makes you look like astaved
You bleeding too quick and drain you with the cripple in hitch
You pricked with stiff, your bodyparts is keeps in my frame
Then it's a my stake go tripping for my teeth and my lips
We tasting decease until I'll leave your body deep in the ditch
Hyde and Dyad drinking blood like linches in deed

 [bad word]  Dyad Souls x2]
Drag you in our garden of heathens, It's the starting your bleeding,
Cut starting increasing, wound starting it's season!
In our garden of heathens, it's the starting your bleeding,
Cut starting increasing, wound starting it's season!

[Verse II: Dario Argento]
Ayo, the [bad word] life scientist splashing God in Journey
It's not a wilewide [bad word] fiend was necromanitic
It's big [bad word] with the natural Sag
Yo some sick [bad word] just like a Scum in a past yo
I'll cut you a bad dope, it's spitting of gas yo
It's cash flow, so I'm a measurable also
My rap soul will have your swated bullet like a past gone
That calls the revolution like a bullets of Castrol
Cut you in the peaces, slashing so many [bad word] & shmucks
Vitals take a second to be seeing by some trash shaks
& wantching your back's [bad word] your body gets smashed up
The slaughtered man chunks will licking my sag
I have nothing to [bad word] with backaway from you [bad word] with
God splits his platter from the tablet burial casket
Now you must be fallen of skin we carrying constantly
the water of Sicktanick and you considered God skill

 [bad word] 

[Verse III: Mr. Hyde]
Check my matters of the gamble, I'll be hack & hen hysteric
Shoot you like a raze of sharon till your face look like a ferrite
Yo I always choose the rawest dose to be the most ferocious
Why your blushing heart will in approache your mast with all this
Corpse catch your both fit my stray rase of strips
When cutscray slutted up and choped off your face
You excepted sick intetion inventation of your skin
Now my left tatty's ingenious situations win/win
Oppositions get wasting of the anxious to be raised
I can hesitate weapon mental patient are in patient
Cut the vindication off, I bet your corpse and buff alone
Evil morses of a Satan, you know I'm a [bad word] crowned
Its a flipside the heaven of the serpents getting shattered
When I grip you by the neck and make you mess and kick ahead it
Please, barter obedience, you'll be starving while I'll meet it
Watch me leave your mother's bleeding in the garden of heathens

 [bad word]