Eedee LoF viewtopic.php?f=24&t=152772#p2088323
CanadaPure LoF viewtopic.php?f=24&t=152799#p2088658
Painkiller LoF viewtopic.php?f=24&t=152772#p2087757
EmTV LoF viewtopic.php?f=24&t=152712&start=15#p2086459
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Beat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFzwQ1sFQbI
[Eedee]
stuff my plate every fucking day, but here comes the rain,
I tucked my fate under pages of rhymes, I'm raising it, I'm
Being rushed away from the heaviness of everyday
I look beyond, but I need to steady this or never play.
They better not sink, ready for a mind bomb?
Inside's cold enough to keep the fucking ice calm.
Up here in Alaska, the frigid weather
Wished I'd never even think that my brainstorm isn't clever.
This tirade, it's my state: not feeling that I'm alive,
I'm a native to this pain, and I feel as if it's "diatribe".
Am I wrong to think that punches aren't my strong suit?
I'm much better at expressing everything I've gone through.
And they drop like bombs, dude, right in the face of
Every single particle of light implication.
Because the tunnel is at it's widest, and the white at it's farthest,
Shooting right for the stars and hit me right in the heart, shit.
[CanadaPure]
No need to try and decipher the lines of live deciples
Whether its knife or rifle we'll kill ourselves at rhyme recital,
Id like to thank to Satan, cause he picked me for this scheme
These sixteens'll leave you bones licked clean like Ed Gein
Maybe it seems like we created a satanist cult (shhhh)
We're not like that it's crazy, it's all the Atheists fault
While you're hiding from the violence we're sacrificing bison
When I come if you'd like to try some then the night is right son
Lighting up the nation of Illuminati , illumination
Predation cause by the right wing, its too soon to taste 'em
I taste some blood in my mouth, I might gut him look out
I'm here snuffing them out while you're being a spud on the couch
MacDaddy might wanna watch out or get his veins squirtin'
Offerings of virgins, hurt 'em, and one things certain
I got a tone of pride it seems, back to your bassinet
How can you speak on sweet sixteens when you ain't spat none yet?
[Painkiller]
Demonic with satanic Rituals is habitual
The chronic residual haunting be more than spiritual
As the voices inside your head begin to eat at you endlessly
Rending his mind, Confine him because his only friend is me
Fending for him Because I am him and he is I
Evil in the mind, his soul is mine and that is why
People must die, be sacrificed to a higher force
People laying in the dirt form bloodcurdling wars
Preparing for the hurt, a new family to murk
Two meat cleavers in hand as I begin to lurk
Found a home of a mother, father, and two little kids
Anchored in slaughtered 'em limb for limb into little bits
As I stand drenched in blood carrying out the remains
Buried them in the mud out in the ongoing rains
Hurried in to begin the ritual once again
A devil who's always on the hunt my friend
[EmTV]
Feel the torturous pound of evil spirits resonating inside my brain,
Hear the arduous shout as I cut my dick for the Olympics of Pain
Dang, admitting this shit is insane,
But what can I say?
I'm a psycho, Pre-determined to grow up insane,
I'm a psycho, Can't wait for the day that I blow up my brain
'Cause it IS fucking hard to maintain,
An average life when your brain says
You have the right to grab a knife, and stab ya' wife,
My definition of an average life is one that ends with strife and begins with rife,
I hate this plight, but it feels so right,
If the payoff is nights where I can write songs like "In the Air Tonight"
But with a darker sort of twist, Ghouls arms swarmed with cysts,
Shattered and torn up wrists, Battered and deformed small kids.
The clutter of bodies stapled on the shutters of trolleys,
The brother of Ozzy, Manson mixed with a Kami-ma-kaze.
Just kidding boo, you know I love you.
Thank you.
