

classthe_king wrote:And I'm saying your wrong because your tape was made by some random fan and The Intertainer was made by DZK himself. Get it?







FreeSpeech wrote:classthe_king wrote:And I'm saying your wrong because your tape was made by some random fan and The Intertainer was made by DZK himself. Get it?
I'm saying you're wrong because I know for a fact from speaking with him Intertainer was just some of his favorites tossed onto a compilation with no real thought. It proves nothing. Get it?
You still haven't addressed all the sick songs I mentioned that Intertainer lacks and my tape includes, way to avoid my actual points.


classthe_king wrote:FreeSpeech wrote:classthe_king wrote:And I'm saying your wrong because your tape was made by some random fan and The Intertainer was made by DZK himself. Get it?
I'm saying you're wrong because I know for a fact from speaking with him Intertainer was just some of his favorites tossed onto a compilation with no real thought. It proves nothing. Get it?
You still haven't addressed all the sick songs I mentioned that Intertainer lacks and my tape includes, way to avoid my actual points.
Yes, those songs are sick, but not as sick as the songs on The Intertainer, Inhuman, SVC, Vile Dialect, Wu-Flix, Doomsday, Sickle and Hammer, Torcher 1 & 2, SB, Stormbringer, So Crazy, ect.





classthe_king wrote:Psycho isn't even that good compared to his other songs lol, Man Possessed is good but kinda sloppy.
Ask Venomblackviper, you're obviously not into horrorcore enough to like Vile Dialect![]()
And dismantle angellic antagonists
Reaching deep and down into his ever hellish bag of tricks
And pullin out of em, magic that annihalates
Practicin witchcraft in the blackened ash of fire lakes
Violent hate made my heart as hard as slate
Stirrin in the dark, marred, my scarred face
Is safe beneath armoured plates, my targets quake
That part is siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicl
[verse]:[1]
The rage you can apparently view in my music
is a similar ruthlessness Eric and Dylan used when
they laced up their boots and made, shooting students
a new trend - the hate I contain is proven
to break men in two, take children... pillage, loot
and take usual villains to make new im-proved
"super-killers" who do what they do, to feel a thrill but as soon
as they give in to it, they gotta kill again to induce it
assume they never lose it, just improve the methods
and move to newer victims with bigger, better weapons
but listen, I wanna stress: this isn't a lesson
this is intimate reflection of the sickest confession ever given
intensely aggresive and tempting supressions imbedded...
within my head give me, in essence, a mental erection
I dream for several minutes and when I'm finished, I'm left with
a twisted pencil sketch, which dipects death
[hook]:
hey peasant, didn't someone teach you better?
never count your blessings when you're sitting round the Devil
I'm in every ghetto, every mansion, every forest
every ocean, every desert, every meadow, every corner
hey... you ever seen a man possessed?
ever seen the inside of your pretty little flesh?
ever see me in the window while your daughter undresses?
believe me, you ain't under Gods protection
[verse]:[2]
I envision your neck in my grasp, your last breath
passing, through the clasp I have on your flesh
the fact is, sex isn't half as impressive, as the connection
predators have with prey, seconds into smashin they head in
when you imagine killing a human, and thenactually do it,
you look back at how you viewed it and laugh at how stupid
what you had assumed is -- and that you misconstrued it
but sadly, I found the truth is that, all you've proved is
you've passed the last taboo of this society
and going back to *that* as "you" isn't enitrely
likely since now you'll be hiding a crime so widely defined
as gruesome you'll finally identify
with how you've felt iniside, everyday of your life,
and you'll realize, hey fine, maybe, they were right
and then you'll either decide to repent and pray for the light
or you'll continue to take their lives day and night
[hook]:[2]
[verse]:[3]
age nineteen, you could find me, nightly
on the Metro streets -- with meth inside me
the police would find me so routinely, I'd be
shown a completely different side, they politely
took me aside, searched me, found nothing
everytime, cuz I knew enough to leave it behind me,
hiding nearby, but one time - I was trying,
to get high and I looked, and I just couldn't find it...
homeless guy was sitting by where it was
I asked him, where the f*** is my kit? - he shrugged
I lifted up his chin and I asked for my drugs
I noticed that his pupils were huge, he had a buzz
I went through his pockets, found my pipe, clocked him,
never been that mad in my life, dog, I lost it
that was the night I beat a man to death
and now I can't get enough, I'm a man possessed
[hook]:[3]





classthe_king wrote:I'm not saying I don't like it, DZK is sick, but it's just not as solid all around.







Spyder wrote:he shouldnt try to sing... ever


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