Paul Nice - Sinful Bliss lyrics

[Verse 1: Mad Child] Enter the depth of the mindstate of a sick man Blood lust, slow suction like quick sand Sharpened gilloutine that cuts clean, you can't hang An iron plate in my head, strike with rattlesnake fangs Im ill, especially when guts start to spill Quick fix, addicted to steep bills and cheap thrills Never underestimate my grasp, a reach that can surpa** Outlast, making you gasp for air, and i dont care about the friction Ill kick sand in your face and then walk like an egytption Out there amidst pyramids, depict non-fiction Writin our rhymes with dell and hyrogliphic transcription Imagine madchild rating a beauty pageant Daddys doing damage, plus im making cabbage Macho man Randy Savage of rap, violent vanity One step ahead, cuz im aware of my insanity [Hook] Underground forever, sinful bliss Form your love made from us, thats infamous No doubt, but with a strange new twist Let your whole mind frame rearrange to this Underground forever, sinful bliss Form your love made from us, thats infamous No doubt, but with a strange new twist Let your whole mind frame rearrange to this [Verse 2: Prevail] Man you get what you deserve for the way you mascerade But with p ones like it dancing torpedo parade Coronary charts reamain well within the range How many heavy dosages before we blow your brain You recognize my size and the wickets in the sofa Theres a high percentage that you get bent by the butcher Just a note to my peers, who solemnly believe That escape infection on the dawn of a paracetical eve Theres a parallel state where floors, even walls breathe This insallation will instantly make your heart seize I spit a heat of rhyme inferno that will burn your cha**y As they say where im from, your done when your eyes are gla**y Wear the gla** to the d**h of the village idiot Where i consider it, no need for a d**h certificate Just a proof of post rigamortum, that rancid smell of boredom Known as oral seclorum [Hook] [Verse 3: Mad Child] Bone cracking excitement, spine tingling temper Seven dead bodies found stuffed in a camper Wonderful whurl hatched from hell as an infant Plush lust for liveforce left a permanent imprint Sinful bliss, this disturbing behavior Mad's mental ensalvement, a savages savior Wave your hands in the hair like i know that you just Dont care about the psycho that gets strapped in his room Gazing out the window, i can't see though the grid I got strapped to my chair cuz i flipped my lid Breathing walls, flashback to spiders and skulls Lights dim, grim reeper decided to call But i had to take a message cuz it wasn't my time The light at the end of the tunnell has yet to shine [Hook]