Wretched - Ghostemane, Rozz Dyliams

Coming from another realm I’m a work of fiction and I’m never coming back I’m

running back into the mind of Howard

Lovecraft plague mask in the back gas is irrelevant I’m traveling on fuel from

the shadow of Hephaestus flames

Crafting a blade for me so I may faithfully

Run up in to WBC and

Decapitate anything that I see

Funny how ignorance makes me so mean

Like

When a mothafucka believe anything he read or

See on TV

Knee deep into propaganda better pop a hand of xans

If you’re too pussy to handle your life like a man I

Can’t relate I’m on another plane

Can somebody tell me how to live and breathe and die a mortal way

Ima lost cause really

Hey

Never gna wanna belong pardon while I burn sage

Everything I read leads me to believe maybe one day Ima be apart of something

so much greater than me

When I perish

Get the kerosene and

Burn me to oblivion but don’t make a scene

I need privacy so the prophecy may be complete and I merge with the mages of

ethereality

Count on me when I am finally free I will watch you while scrying in the sea

Underground catatonia

I found a scroll in Rome from a secret map I found in Macedonia

Fuck this music, I don’t got the time to even hate cause I got secret service

people from the Vatican approachin bruh

Whatchu tellin me?

I’ll shoot an apple off your wifeys head and miss

And hit the bitch in the head like William lee

A murderous 8th dimension night breed killa Dylan be

Clip on my hip and the chip on my shoulder turned into the monster next to me

Bloodline illuminati 666 lizard people all around me man

Rozzy really bout to take a trip to North Korea and come back a brand new man

Coming back and foundin Dylananastan

To build a wall to separate me from the stans

Bitches wanna hold my hand

But they don’t even know about the demo of my favorite band

Dylan got the stamina to keep it goin

90s baby getting buck like Pretty Tony

I don’t got no time for phony rap bologna

We gone fuck the bitch and have a ceremony

Mask on face

Weapons in my place

A hundred million bodies Ima concentrate

Anybody with a cheerful disposition

Who believe in heaven might just meet their fate

Dylan throw it, tell the bitch to go wide

Fuck around, participate in homicide

From sea to shining sea, a Christian holocaust

A pagan neo-judaistic genocide

Yesterday, I got so fumin angry that

I stabbed myself, in the thigh, with a fork

Whatchu know about the wretched wicked shit?

Like the atrocities of Malachi York

Busted and dusted, like an angel that just lost its way

And we all gone die anyway so

Fuck it, mane

Mind gone straight lost in a fog of haze

Two brothers from the housing authority

Came to take your kids and dogs away