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Lamb is an ego-driven ridden narcissist
Half the people dissin' me only fuckin' barkin', bitch
I made you, you my offspring, throw ya corpse right off a bridge
If I made you, I could make another one, you make me sick
I'm an abuser? Let me show you real abuse
I'll fuckin' stomp a little twink with my red-bottomed boots
Tear ya bunny hat right off ya skull until ya bones are loose
Turn ya room into a crime scene, leave behind no clues
You wanna ruin me? I'll turn ya body to my feast
Lay ya cage up on the table, slam my mallet 'til ya skull is beat
I don't condone violence, 'til you tryna fuck with me
At that point, I'll tie ya wrist and pull out every single teeth
You across the world typing on yo' keyboard, faggots on a Discord
Keep my name up in ya mouth, or maybe you'll like this dick more
Keep it on the record, you cannot beat me
I am Lamb God, Lamb Lord
I don't talk online, you just never see my face
If I ever saw you in person, beat yo' motherfuckin' brain
All these white little kids wanna fuckin' run they mouth
Turn 'em into Bruce Wayne, mom and daddy up on the ground
No, I don't manipulate, mutilate ya corpse, lil' bitch
Let my intrusive thoughts roam, make you drink my fuckin' piss
Once the mask on, might just do a house invasion
Ride to 371 State Route, kill on all occasions
Let's get to the fact, you an alternate of me
Flippin' through the catalogue with a single thing to see
A striped shirt, horror face, and the fucked teeth
You could fuckin' dream, but it's me, you could never be
I'm fuckin' sick of this, maybe hop up off my dick
Slam ya skull with a hammer, maybe throw you in my whip
You wanna take my platform? Maybe just try harder
You pussies do not want the beef with no mother and no father