elevation is key to the revelationz I speak...
celebrationz with heat...
torso'z found with they legz adjacent on streets...
ya head is vacant in sheets...with duct tape surroundin' ya liver...
crushed grapes were found on ya gizzerd...
take ya body...cut shapes and leave you found in a river...
my mindstate is underground...where it rightfully liez...
I'll slice you with knivez...rip out ya iris so I can try to look at life through ya eyez...
ya dead...I don't need no more of ya cooperation...
I slice ya corpse open like a coroner performin' operationz...
I'll store ya body in a basement...
where dead bodies wreak morbidly till I can taste it...
take you down to my lab...and take off all ya clothes when you enter...
if ya let me hang you from a meathook then I can have you over for dinner...
I'ma bless ya body...with multiple seasoningz...
and throw a festive party...without no reasoning...
to tenderize ya meat...I'ma have you beat with a stick...
if you were still alive...you could now brag about my girlfriend eatin' ya dick...

^^^another keystyle...