Tradition by Breaknecks Lyrics

(Possessed's verse)
The UK's the tightest, the new age of writers
I spit on mic's and turn 'em into doomsday devices
Rhymes getting 'phatter' while you lose weight in cyphers
Get pain more excruciating than tooth ache for biters
This demon Lord's speech is raw
I battle evil spirits unleashing my lyrics through a ouiji board
Breath in spores of toxic waste, lost in space
To the deepest thoughts, I leave 'em with bleeding sores
You dumb cunts get munched up, between my teeth and jaws
Possessed, I'm suttin' you ain't seen before
Leave your peeps sleep six feet beneath the floors
'cause killing you was suttin' that had to be done like cleaning chores
My cold clique will jack your loot, bones split, snapped in two
Swallow spinal fluid just so I can spit 'back' at you
Spit bars of witchcraft, a tongue bound by spells
Not a rapper, just a verse that got spat out the mouth of hell