MC Infliction- Pure Evil (My personal Favorite)

by **Infliction** » Jul 2nd, '06, 09:57

Tell me what yall think.

(Intro)
Ayyo... less do it... yall feel it... I can feel it... yo...

(Verse 1)
Cats who run up on me get knocked the fuck out
I'm the word on the street, dat boy yall know about
If you wanna stunt and push me, Be my guest
I'll juss fuckin' murder you, like all the rest
Trust me G, you try and hit me, i'll hitchu back
Cause when it comes to brawls, iss not a skill I lack
I'll give you a fuckin' nasty smack, faggot
I'll stomp on you like a maggot, bitch
You see me commit a felony, you better not snitch
Cuz I'll murder you, tie ya neck to my trailor hitch
Toss you in the ocean, watch you float, no motion
You get disturbed hearin me, a real bad notion
That's the plan, I want my crowd to be more fucked up than the average fan
I Spit whatever I can to get all yall's attention, not in a good way
I hope you hear dis and think "His head aint okay"
Cuz You gotta brace ya'self whenever you click "Play"...

(Chorus)
I'll rape you, knock you out and mouth-tape you
Then tie you down and stomp you like a grape, fool
My heads fucked up, brains bent outta shape too
I pound my chest and go crazy like a rabid ape (Cool)

(Verse 2)
I hope you know that I aint scared, I'll take out ya whole clique
Not even a thought about it, I'll cut ya throat,prick
I'll piss on ya corpse, my mind is warped
Blame MTV, porno and every musical store
Evil from the core, I'm hungry for blood, I always want more
Kill a family of four, and go to the corner and rape that whore
Steal her money too, the devil does exist, I'm living proof
I'll dive head first off a roof, and still live, I'm invincible
I have no common decency, manners or good principles
But its not my fault, I watched too much Paris on that "Simple Show"
Hilton, what a ho, I'd like the fuck her dead on a cum stained bed
Open her unconcious mouth and get her to give me head
Then throw her in the street and pump her full of lead
You better run away from me cuz I'm someone to dread....

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I hate you, I'll stangle you till' you vomit
Go to the U.K and kill those asshole's who made Wallace and Gromit
Don worry, that aint a diss on british comic's
I'll down 25 tall shot's of vodka and tonic
It's not very hard to tell, my flows not harmonic
It's a lot Closer to demonic, pure flesh, blood and chronic
I got horns stickin' out my head
I use them to poke people's eyes out, and kill'em dead
Have mortitions sewin' you up wit a needle and thread
I'm the fallen angel lucifer, deep in hell I fly
I've been reborn to cause havoc, I already know what its like to die
I walk by pregnant women and the fetus starts to cry
Grown men too, but they cop like somethin' in they eye
You wanna dance wit the devil? Come here and try

(ChorusX3)