*Speech by Wrestler The Undertaker from WWF RAW 1/18

"Tonight I speak of prophecy
And what I will shall be done
The sacrifices are not over
The next sacrificial lamb will be led to slaughter!"

[Virtuoso]
I'm omnipotent
You claim druid battles
So when the beat starts
I'll punch the tree bark
And pass the chainsaw through a Leaf's heart
Severian the Animal
I'm doing dirt like earthworms
I'm sick and original
Boy, I gave birth to the first germs
I spit the acetate
To make your lips evaporate
The Master Ape
Bare hands will decapitate and bash your face
Pass the eighth, sack of shape
Twisted in plasma tape
I came for y'all at the castle gate
I ain't come across a substance yet I couldn't lacerate
Virtuos' an unidentified flying object
to make hte space shuttles from NASA late
So while you drunks look for a hook
I'm sayin Pass the Bait
Telling 7L to scratch a plate
In due for respect I slap your face
Ask to make my specs, I'm a tackle ya
You're a neck and I'm Dracula
in the back of a black Lex or an Acura
Met with the, Jedi Mind Tricks
We rhyme sick and sign flicks for dime chicks
I'll strangle you, use my same hands to give you the Heimlich
So you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips!

[Jus Allah]
Jus Allah prays on the minds of the young
Silencing the devil that speaks with forked tongue
Taste my blades sharpness
Ranked in no class like Marxists
The heartless
Rise out of darkness!
I'm the last head you should ever try to f*ck with
Be the next member in the cast of my snuff flick
Rough sh*t, don't even attempt sleeping
At war with the demons that live in infernal regions
Spawned from eternal semen bred flesh predators
Wings on the arms on ya heels like Pegasus
Grabbing your leg, so you live to the heavenless
Drop this prejudice and follow me to Exodus

[Ikon the Hologram]
We ravenous
Exhume the tomb of Lazarus
You blasphemous
We bring war to pacifists
Tarantulas, burn flesh like a nine glock
Your mind stop from nine of my divine shots
Pine Box is fine for a killer to run
Swing from vine to vine like Atilla The Hun
Bring the guns, your tounge is what I'm slicing
We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison
Elohim, f*ck the pagans we mock them
And take turns to burn religious doctrines
Concoctions of pain hits from eight angles
Locked in the brain to lacerate angels

[Esoteric]
Yo, I rip mics, stick lames
Wreck nights, spit flames
Lead pipes, split frames
Kid ain't sh*t changed
Act trife
I grab the mic and bag your wife
Sacrifice you twice
Motherf*ckin' after life
Decimate your paradise
Burn tracks like thermostats
My personal attacks snap backs to murder cats
I might advise
You type of guys should revitalize
Your man power, I sabotage like fire flys
With a dope rhyme
Take control of your soul
Drag Opposin foes Over Coals
No Guest shows
Get your broken nose
Opponents go to shows
Now they know their roles
Damn hoes that fold my clothes
I bark at these, mark emcees, park and freeze
My world hypothesis
Kill beasts like heart disease
Man please
You can never f*ck with the Eso-teridactyl
My rap skills will thrash you... motherf*cker

''So until we meet again, accept the lord of darkness as your
saviour...allow the purity of evil to guide you...''
Death March
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