*Robollama helped me with the recording and mixing process, he's got a great ear for the technical aspects of audio. Though he said he'll never do it again.
We worked from 9:30 pm, till 5:30 AM
thx bro, forgot u were on the site
YOUTUBE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A99ys0RUvVo
http://www.zshare.net/audio/71045283cdda5199/
btw, trying to figure out what the fuck kind of structure Em had on his verse was ridiculous
this also gives ya'll an idea of where i am lyrically
FEED APPRECIATED
Lyrics
Chorus
I’ma find this girl, and I aint stopping till she’s fuckin’ dead.
(repeat)
She’ll lie now in the dirt mother fucker,
I’ma stake this crazed chick in the earth mother fucker.
She’s gone, mother fucker she’s gone. She’s gone.
Verse 1
She’s got fire in her veins, a gaze full of lies,
An innocent face, but she’s got demons inside.
Help her I’ve tried, to her it’s a game,
Why pay the mind, she’ll never change.
Gets worse every time, so fuck it never mind.
I’ll leave her here to die, too many years to rewind.
I have this verse to remind, these people of how I climbed,
And how I pantomimed, for this girl to respect my lines.
As the days get longer, and I get sicker,
I’m waiting for a chance to string her up and lynch her.
It’ll be as soon as the full moon rise above the,
Horizon I will fuck ya, no chance cuz I’m upon ya.
Verse 2
Before I kill her, you know what I’ll tell her.
You aint going to heaven, it’s hell for sure.
It’s like I take her life, knock her fuckin lights out,
Leave her with stains she can’t fuckin wipe out.
Ha! My word is my power,
Your defenses are weak, and this is the final hour.
No one will survive, I murder pure lives,
If the grave gets to heavy, I’ll start digging in the side.
Chorus
Verse 3
It hurts, and yes it shows.
This pain you’ll never know
If only you could see how bloody and how cold,
Her body has become,
Her back’s nailed to the wall,
If she start’s waking up, I’ll make sure end it all.
I think her lungs are cavin in, her gaze is thin
Gaspin’ like a baby in, a hospital room with paper skin.
She’s booked to die, she’s lookin coy,
It’s what this crooked mind of mine enjoys.
Just look at the tears up in her eye,
I stole her soul, hung it up to dry.
Swung with a blunt,
Object to the front, one hit just fucked up this damn slut.
Then I grabbed a hair full of this maimed cunt, fuck this dame in her make up
I guess I’m stuck, but there won’t be traces of her left with any luck.
Gotta say that i fear one day, the officers of the law gonna see it,
I swear to God, I won’t dare run,
I mean what I say, I don’t carry a gun.
don't need one. we'll have fun. just come around i'm creepin round.
She’s sleepin now, her bones are bare,
Permanently she’ll be lying there.
This grave is where she’s meant to rest, where she died,
You’ll never guess, where I’ll hide her rotting hide.
In cyanide, why am I,
So psychofide.
Just a little to hyped to die,
huh, what, aren't you entertained?
Man it's starting to rain, got you going insane,
hear them chains? Gonna complain,
i'll add to the pile of women slain.
