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Rest In Pieces.. Shadowville - Creeper
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Hell-oH shit no it's the devil, let me go, let me know the sacrificial lamb was a peasant pendin' noh body's ever endin' soul rottin' rendered by a skull, slaughtered, severed by his own father.
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Hip-Hop New School
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Peak #2,756
Peak in subgenre #254
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Wyatt De Ville
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April 12, 2005
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MP3 3.5 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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Somebody handle this headcase Hand him his dead brain- Stem blazed.. Smoke with The Deville and then blame The flames.. You sparkin' The heat but you can't singe The pain.. Syringe in your vain Trigger finger pointin' blame And the mirror's nowhere to face No reflection to frame You were left to decay The rest of you lays In the death of whos named oN your tombstone of shame Deface your tomb, prone To trace your roots, home To where your heart beats alone The soul of your carcass screams low Your shadow sees a ghost It's the demon in the eyes oF the angel you've approached At Heaven's gates you are thrown Noosed by the halo of his own Rosary beads will strangle at the throat Choke, and croak at the foot of the throne Death rings the bell tolls Hell holds in the shell of a mold A being so decrepid and cold The bleeding soiled flesh of his skull With his skin inside out Sewn to his skeletal dried out With his eyes gouged It's the indelible Deville So clever you'll never catch If you meddle I'm tellin' you Several have failed.. The rest of them nailed To their death by detail But your casket will close Open your chest cavity Back stab me I'm crackin' your bones I'm after your soul The innocence you're given, I stole If RIP is my thesis I'm givin' you rest in pieces Eaten by maggots and leeches Lived on through diseases See this, it can happen to you So warn your friends and your enemies They can have it too.. No punchlines will touch rhymes The violence is strickly in writtens Cut by the Dj scratchin' his itches to bleed Wax paper enemies, pen and pad weaponry Unless you're deaf you'll see The lyrical complexity Whether we ever see you defeated You're readin' the truth.. Spoken by me as it's heeded by you.. Conceitedly deceived yet a fool To believe he can beat the needed proof I see it in you, the weakling that roots To the seed from the womb of the being That chooses to breathe but he's useless Use less of your head cause its hollow inside And stop tryna spit just swallow your pride This is the farthest you'll get To publicise your rhymes Thank God that the Deville Crushed your soul through your spine Now close your eyes.. Open your mind and let the hole blacken.. It's a closed casket..
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