Dark, morbid, horror film soundtrack type song
I write and rap words that rhyme over Hip Hop beats
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Lyrics
I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless// Cold and morbid, looking for hookers to fuck in the mouth with poles and torches// Volts are thwarted but my pulse is dormant, then hell opens beneath me and my souls deported// As I start this tune the darkness lumes over graveyards that stay parked near Harvest Moons// A heartless goon who's fueled by carcus fumes, reeking through the deads tarnished suits// The evening gets cold and my chest has unveiled me releasing my soul through each breath I exhale// I'm digging deep beneath this foggy mist// Copping a posse of bodies for my audience// I got an Opium habit, getting blasted with Thurgood// Chasing the dragon with glasses of wormwood// I practice all facets of magic through curse books// Splashing the caskets with gas so they burn good// I'm Sage Francis with a taste for Cage antics// An ace bandage in place for brain damage// I'm chained in a basement that's down at the Vatican// Overseen by Priest' who vow I'm a pathogen// Over time I found through imagin' that I could open up, thousands of passages// Travel underground through sound to the Catholics// Who have me bound but still shout I'm harrassing them// My mother was in a hearse, burping demons, I came out first, cursing, screaming, with the tightest delivery since the birth of Jesus// I'll go sex crazy on a trick with six babies, spit rabies until I feel her chest caving// Then reach in it, and pull out each infant while she's screaming at my dick to "PLEASE FINISH!!"// So now I'm fucking this bitch with one of her kids, stuffin' em in until her stomach is ripped// Cum on her titts and use gas to burn her snatch and serve it up with afterbirth// Be past concerned, I'm basicly feared, Candyman's scared to say my name into mirrors// There's no saving my spirit, I'm Satan in lyrics, I'll pause the music and blow out my brain (GUN SHOT).......... could you hear it?// I'm looney, I shout things, like "DOOTIE!!" and "COW CHEESE!!", tomarrow its Meds, on Tuesdey its counseling// I'm roomies with Balky, and ever since Polterguist I swear my reflections been moving without me// I'm losing my mind, I wear straight jackets to work and noose's for ties// On concert tours I cop four whores, and act out scenes from A Clockwork Orange// I'm the guy you'll try and avoid when ya dead// And this ain't even Meta, I'm the voice in his head
