Poetic Discourse's video: Hell in my Soul Audio - Poetic Discourse Beat Prod By Art Aknid

This beat was produced by the excellent "Art Aknid" - follow the links below to go to his great channel (and make sure to sub him): (Beat used): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0U5l6SsxdbE&list=PLWwnFBysgxgbMh_0t6pd2gQOj9B7hQ4eQ&index=15 (Art Akind's Channel): https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCuJZSLufDfXLs6-ZKmk82Gg (lyrics): (Verse 1): I'm a dark, lewd, brooding dude feuding like a fucking hooligan with my good side, screaming in the dark of night: "You must die!" I'm about to deify my fucking penis cos I don't buss nuts, I rupture guts. I fuck shit up. Now shut these fake ass two-bit Mc's up! I don't want success. I be howling to a dark moon like a fucking loon from the window of my dark room in the hope of beckoning the fucking reckoning. I fucking recommend you fucking step you around me. I was birthed by the same wolf that birthed Rome, and now for aeons I've roamed without a home. And now I'm grown and disfigured by hatred. Now tell me: where the fuck was God when I crawled out the crucible that was my fucking childhood? In flames and enraged I squirmed out my fucking adolescence, and people have the nerve to wonder why I'm so aggressive. Well fuck it! I've had it! I'm done with life! I ain't got nothing! I got pummelled, betrayed. And every fucking thing I ever fucking loved is in a fucking grave! I'm not complaining—fuck it: shit happens! I don't expect nothing but fucking butchery and mutilation. I've come to the firm, stern, unsmiling realisation that life ain't precious, it's a fucking death sentence. Now ... You can take your redemption and shove it in a fat bitch. All I've ever done is shovel shit, and you can suck a fucking dick if you think that I should be grateful! (Hook): Dear Devil: I'm the shit. Dear God: I'm sick. Dear God: I'm pissed. Dear God: I'm a gunship. I bun shit, run shit, fuck all the dumb shit. I hum scummy hymns dropping limbs in bins. Dim is him who would dare to win—dare to win and the earth might swallow ya skin. I ain't got no kin, I'm motherfucking matchless. Thoughtless, faultless, hapless, blow ya fucking dome off the atlas! (Verse 2): You see my ego ballooned when I crawled dick first out my mother’s butt and ran to the nearest slut and fucked her with an 8-inch. There ain't no debate bitch, I am the worst. I am Cain in the flesh. I came with the best. You came with less than great? Well, mate, tough shit for you, cos now you're getting slewed. I've been stewing up my hatreds like Daniel Plainview. You claim you rip. I claim you shit. I hereby proclaim I'm a pro, man. I don't flow fo' the doh' though. You dunce bozo's will get hit with a flying elbow. I flew and fell in a ditch when I ran from Hell, bro. I got Hell in my bones. Hell in my dome. Hell in my soul—and Hell if I know another fucking road. I know pain. I know rage. I know grief. I know sorrow. I know blades. I know how to fuck a bitch till she screams my name. I know regret. But I ain't got a fucking clue on how to change. I'm so full of rage I spit motherfucking flames. I ain't motherfucking playing, this that bun down ya house shit; that smack up ya mouth shit. I rap up the mountains like a lost prophet. You lost? Stop it! Of course you did. You can't fuck with this. So just shut ya motherfucking lips, bitch! (Hook): Dear Devil: I'm the shit. Dear God: I'm sick. Dear God: I'm pissed. Dear God: I'm a gunship. I bun shit, run shit, fuck all the dumb shit. I hum scummy hymns dropping limbs in bins. Dim is him who would dare to win—dare to win and the earth might swallow ya skin. I ain't got no kin, I'm motherfucking matchless. Thoughtless, faultless, hapless, blow ya fucking dome off the atlas!