Steph Taylor aka Narcissus Narcosis - Portrait of an American Serial k**er lyrics

I'll reach into your chest Pull out your heart Bite into flesh & call it art Recording your screams in the dark in a part of my song at the park for the dark art spark Bark Hell hounds Hell found us Trust I'll disgust when first we discuss then introductions When we f**ing While you're s**ing Nothing Forget it Either way I'm gonna hit it Split it Rip Stitch & ditch it Frigid location visit Pleasant donation of bodies from round the nation Is it strange them bodies hang together stitch by stitch Together like a millipede with half a million limbs Some were friends Just pretend that they live Still exist To forgive sins you commit exorcist innocence in a sense Exorcise while exercising Next to rising suns once fallen eye zen Now a ritualistic Black biblical mystic Track critical hit sh** Black ripper k**ed this b**h His b**h Misfits Kids sh** If it lives its been thrilled & skin peeled With intense sk**s like a german surgeon murdering virgins for Enlil Been ill Ten pills Hippy flipping pen spills Making clothes out of decomposing skin Playing shows in them Posing & grossing out the most boastful men Create wounds & spill acid in the openings Drink dopamines. Blink Grope a fiends chest Test the breast of the angel with broken wings Scoping scenes to be mean & demean teens by being insane & obscene Cocaine & Cobain refrain me from strangling or lighting you on fire when you're drenched in propane see Profane profanity Xanny insanity Got me raining calamity It's not truly fictitious Narcissus is as vicious & relentless beyond sentences So venomous the menace is Manifesting the sins in pen to restrict from committing them To forget stripping skinning them To get victims ripped & done Because Satan is my son I'm the unholy one & guns bring holy fun to moldy bums I'm the only one with nothing to live for Not bluffing I'll skin who*es & bust 44's till I'm no more So test me Yes Steph's d**h's recipe on the edge of snapping then snapping necks on ecstasy & drinking blood nons**ually when I eat the flesh of thee disrespectfully What you expect of me Satans next to me The blessed beast of land & sea & zero gravity Serpent tail rattling Serving hell Battling mannequins & smashing them like anison capsules panicking with the pa**ion of me smashing Jenn Aniston Pa**ionately slashing Stan & Slim Stashing them in attics of drug addiction in addition to f*ggot sins that clash in them I would & should have been Jason Holmes But I'm too f**ing broke homes Chrome to dome no joke I still aim to take four hundred Then I'll cut my own throat Too many horror movies self embedded Thus gory groovies I wrote My dope stories smoothly doom hope Folks hurting soothes the dark pope Lets blame this demented insane ish on all the demons I evoked If it wasn't Ouija Boards or freaky words from creepy lords of rock & rap pre warned for being cursed Making or playing songs reversed & then rehearsed Backwards I'm worse Back from the hearse to spit a verse that makes you hurt like your six feet under the dirt The thirst for blood is real so whats the deal I rap the facts & that's what's ill You lack the sk** to get the k** Your souls I'll steal like blood oath seals You're getting crushed like Zoloft pills Wrong turns leads to chills & thrills I'm the eyes in those hills & now I feel like dancing