Feeding my demons again, my horns are getting pretty big now...
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instrumental - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iNCGEnAIfo
Props to ispitthetruth for tossing this necro sample together.
Lyrics -
Bury the thoughts, bury em deep
Come flarin the creep, what are you lookin at me?
When you look what do you see
Slashed skin and uzis?
Ooowee, another slice for good measure
Precise when the knife bite no tourniquet tether
Scope the pattern, learn it get better
but you never will dodge
The bullet lodged in my own brain and it's stuck on whatever
tongue drier than leather so let a
Sick sick man quench his thirst with your vein flow
Aim low, cause my mind ain't the weak point
The heat point, even with no joint
Slow to react to the slap of the one two jab
With glass imbedded in my knuckles every punch goes
stab stab
Oh man, I love the roast beef face
Got my proton pack charged for the ghosts we face
Know this place, we're in the containment chamber
Only way out is in one of these chambers
So I chamber my leg and pull some crazy kung fu shit
One inch punch, jeet kun do and split
Take a piss in the grave before I throw you in it
No hiding the body got it marked so they know who in it
You're finished
I came with an arsenal, awesome-o 5000, no cardboard
Robotic precise use your face as a dartboard
Short circuit, zzzzhhht zzhhhht
hangin from the power lines
Tried to absorb the power but now's the time
I realize I'm just as mortal as you
Until I fuckin die, check what this mortal do
Eating food composed of enemies carcass
Eat the blood pumper first, so call me heartless
Deep fried flesh, human rinds
With something similiar to beef grind
Feast time, it's your soul's release time
Already released mine, i think it's on it's way home
I keep movin around in hopes that it stay gone
Spray homes, put me out of my misery
Visually the skin hangin on my walls, I like it
Act like I'm livin in a gingerbread house and bite it
So I fight it, no sun gets in
Sizzlin my epidermous, like hot coffee from a thermous
Earn this, the rite of passage to the darkside
Dig in your soul syphon out the light like apartheid
Let the spark ride
Take a vial of death inject it homeboy watch your heart die
It's hard times, no doubt about that
Runnin with the hatchet aimed to peel your cat back
I laugh at the dome flap soundin like a wet clap
So get back, I enjoy the chase
Makes it oh so better when I see the look on your face
Buried buried
Deep in the ground
Screaming to dreaming
Dirt muffles the sound
Buried Buried
Try to rise
Half clenched fist from the dirt, surprise
Hack it off, use it to whack off, these aren't lies
These plees for help aren't cries
They're the sound of legions, when demons arise
The semen will fly
Gore seems to get me off
You can see the motivation to be pissed off
Set me off
In the mean time I carve the names in my chest
scarification grows larger, so's the pride in my crest
Do your best, still no fights enough
Ask my last girl, I like hard bites and ridin rough
Blade up the muff, scalpal to the throat
clever to the chest, axed then to the rope...
If you can't hurt me enough, I'll toss in my own choke
this is dope son
thanks for this
ispitthetruth 2 years ago
Word man, glad you enjoyed. Might sound cocky but I know ain't nobody outdoin me in this horrorcore shit on the tube. Straight up.
UnknownCrypt 2 years ago
great. i like chilled unknwon
romeok2 2 years ago
@romeok2 Thanks dude, he likes to peek out once in a while. He tends to get thrown back under the bed.
UnknownCrypt 2 years ago
no one likes being under the bed. DONT LIE TO MY HERR FUHRER
romeok2 2 years ago
haha
UnknownCrypt 2 years ago