Verses: Gimik
Beat: Black Helicopters Instrumental
Mixes, Effects, Production: Gimik
covenant of torment hipho
Story behind the song
HeLL's Rookie Tourney Track against... Exodus, Captive, and Revalation...
Lyrics
Ex not a man on Earth Likes You// Jerk ur Like Stoupe, the Enemy of Mankind//
Ur seein visions of u Burnt It Frights You// my Words Egnite You, like u Settled Feat on Land Mines//
When i lay u in the Dirt Its Final// only Worms Can Find You, u must lack nutricion cuz u Never Speak Phat Rhymes//
I hope u practiced layin stiff cuz i Scentence Geeks to Flat Line// Mimmikin El Esdee's Ya Past Time//
Neglected as a child u were Thrown In the Garbage// Alone In the Darkness, its Pitiful//
U still stink people pass u Groanin and Barfin// my Flow Is Carnage, and its Rippin You//
U couldnt spit out of this world is u fulfilled ur dream of Blowin Marshians// Call me Shang Tsung i leave u wit no Soul To Part Wit, as im Killin You//
Peepin ur tracks its evident Secrete Society// Breeds a Variety, of homosexual Balemic Diety's//
Crew GLAAD who Beef Wit Fine Emcee's// but Ex for takein the time to get ripped i'll tell Eminem to stop this Team Rivalry//
September 16, 1987 the birth and Rise of Captive//
Bitch ur Rhymes are Practiced, only to Define Ya Whackness//
Wit Devine Rhymes i have ya Mind, Devide In Fractions//
U fell off from day 1 guess u never Ride Wit Traction//
Its funny Arsonistik, how Hard u Spit Skripts, and Whack Lines Wit Passion//
Expose It Kid, we Know Ur Bitch, dont Hold It In we know u Try to Mask It//
When u Reside In A Casket//i'll Grind and Slash Skin, wit the Spikes I Crafted, out of ur Spines Attatchments//
I got a new story for ur name and Why Its Captive// Gimik blazed u in battle now u live in a jar Confined As Ashes//
August 31, 1987 the birth of Revalation who suffered a Dickless Growth//
This Kids A Joke// im Slittin His Throat, bitch ur just another Victim To Choke//
HeLL should be Pitchen Stones, for the Image U Pose// 50's Missin His Flow, oh i forgot u can find it on All Systems Go//
The 31st's ur birthday well my Gifts A Rope// when u get it take two ends and Twist Em Both//
Stand on a lawn chair with the noose around ur neck in a Position So// u can Drift and Float, when the lawn chair Tips And Folds//
No need to write mom a Little Note// she'll see u Lose Ya Life to Suicide Through the Nightcuz Gimik left u as a Committed Ghost//
After u die i'll Shank Ya Guts// wit Blades I Thrust, to leave u in a Crate of Blood, marked Revalation//
Cuz Face It Chump// wit the Rage I Bust, i grind you into Pebble Fragments//
Wit lyrical motives i Blaze U Up// and leave u in a State of Dust, ask Captive the next steps Death Containment//
~ Virulent Plague the Angel of War ~