Bow Down to Strychnine, you swine, you think you shine?
Slap the back of your head on the drop of a dime
Make you whine and cry with a single line
You'll [bad word] quietly to these powerful rhymes

Its Power! the kind that makes you wanna do murder
Against your Will and against god's nature
I doubt you could survive this most fateful hour
Throw you in a Lion's den and watch you die in horror

This ain't a game you [bad word]  but y'all already knew that
Every dumbass rappers keep recycling this [bad word] With the gansta' [bad word] to see who's tuff or not
Who gives a [bad word] about your street cred', and who you may have shot?

You should fear me! not cuz I could hold a glock,
lurking aournd the block, while you [bad word] are smoking rocks
But cause I hold the [bad word] and I'm saying it out loud
Better believe it son, this [bad word]  it aint about to stop!

Here I stand Apokryph, make sure you read through my lines
While you discover a secret forever unique in kind
I'm not afraid to face Terror, I know this fate is mine
Representin' Unholy knowledge, gets your thoughts out of a bind

I ain't spittin' my rhymes to get some useless credits
As a matter of facts, most of your won't even get it
This is [bad word] philosophy against the Human enemy
Not a [bad word] batlle to see who's got more guts than me

Be prepared for a mental breakdown…
This ain't no typical contest, streaming in the background
While you fantasize about a useless piece of filth
History is conspiracy, its covered up in Guilt

The Apokryph is the [bad word] behind your lies
The fact about this, is that I couldn't care less if you die
Consider me heartless, I'll write you down as mindless
At least I'll be prepared [bad word] the Global Apocalypse!

Beware of Strych-9, casting Brimstones with a mic
I don' t hate you out of pleasure nor out of spite
Reaping countless souls with Death's stolen Scythe
You couldn't possibly fight, the harshness of my insight

I did Death Metal, Hardcore and extreme Black Metal
Alike Sauron's Master Ring, I'm the one [bad word] them all
I did it all, not for the underground recognition, fame or glory,
But only to express with music; my Diversity & Singularity

And anyway, fact remains; that every [bad word]  musical style
needs new blood on their side in order to survive
The next generation, and so on and so on
And it don't quite matter what background their from
until the very foundations of it, what made it unique (at first),
Finally collapses under its own weight and dies on its own

Open your eyes upon the Apokryph, I'll pull you back inside
Its not worth it to give up upon your personal pride
Stand tall to mortal counsciousness, [bad word] all these hypocrits
In my case the social mode just doesn't fit

Not my first musical style, I started way under the pile [bad word] through my blood will make [bad word] that extra mile
I woke up from [bad word] straight after my Withdraw
Now I found my Rifle to make sure it gets more painful

Spreading my word so that others will follow
'cuz this generation is filled with thoughts too shallow [bad word] is blinding as in what we should pursue
So follow your own path cuz all this [bad word] isn't [bad word] 
This is a revelation for everything gone wrong
I'll explain myself later, to me it seems obvious
If you choose to hate, [bad word] me it makes me oblivious
My only objective is for me to stand strong!

Strip Down to Strych-9, my crime, to take your lives
Remember 2005 and ID's "She's Strychnine"
When I found Solace in other people's demise
You will fall heavily under these [bad word] rhymes

These words are Poison! and for all the [bad word] to swallow
With these kind of thoughts I'll [bad word] out of ammos
My philosophy's stro