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The Walk
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Nassau Chainsaw
rage against the machine necro midgets suspensions eyehategod downset candiria flesh pulls vision of disorder
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Throughout the several incarnations of Nassau Chainsaw DisGraceLanD Demolition Committee (N.C.D.D.C.) the creative process has always been an organic form of ex
Throughout the several incarnations of Nassau Chainsaw DisGraceLanD Demolition Committee (N.C.D.D.C.) the creative process has always been an organic form of experimentation, unapologetically doing what naturally felt right at the time. No matter what anyone else thought of it. After putting out our first album "The Asphalt Chronicles", N.C.D.D.C began to focus on playing to the full potential of our capabilities as musicians and veterans of the metal / underground hardcore lineage. Playing over 50 national shows a year and touring non stop across the East Coast and Midwest significantly hardened our sound into a strict Metal onslaught of aneurysm riffs and blitzkrieg breakdowns. Despite what shit talkers say (hiding behind the internet) real people who (leave their homes) come to shows know we put on one of the most unforgettable performances anybody will ever see. Now we have all stepped up our game and the music completely matches the intensity of our live performance. Disturbing imagery, deranged reality of blood, fire, sparks, and flesh hook suspensions. N.C.D.D.C has the respect of our legendary peers, the dedicated support of the suspension and body modification community. N.C.D.D.C. has become a united family with many other suspension crews in over 20 cities. We already have nothing to prove to anybody but ourselves. The new EP entitled "DisGraceLanD" is a dedication to those who have made a difference in our lives along the way.
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
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Peak #846
Peak in subgenre #114
Author
Nassau Chainsaw
Rights
2009 Burn Church Music
Uploaded
September 14, 2009
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MP3 3.8 MB 128 kbps 4:07
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The Walk Hallucinations, and the paranoia/ Thallium in ya food slowly destroys ya/ Vomit blood right after you pray to the porcelain god comes the nausea/ A vicious animal foaming out the mouth/ Crap ya pants and the hair falls out ya scalp/ Not seen for days till ya neighbors complain of the foul odor coming out ya house/ Thrive in isolation and the secrecy/ Promote control to the weak with dependency/ Anarchy engage in negativity illegal acts of revenge on my enemy's/ Abrasive personality talk is cheep/ except no words or handshakes as guarantees/ The machine slowly grinds ya corpse to bits/ A pain so real kid you couldn't imagine this. (Hook Coma) I saw you walk I saw u stand I saw u bleeding in the trash can I can't erase the thought of you I can't erase what I put you through You got pulled to the ground by the gravity/ Then resurrected through the pain of reality/ Wild dogs rip through ya catastrophe covered with leaves on the side of the L.I.E./ Most cold blooded son f a b*** you'll ever meet/ Can't compete with the animals that run the streets/ Their gonna see ya brains on the sidewalk/ Sick like Christopher Walken king on New York/ Play dig dug on ya face with a buck knife/ How many hole did he punch to end Louwers life/ Desensitized ill skin you alive/ Reveal ya insides fillet with the Ginsu knives/ Sick violently ill with the stomach cramps/ Drink the liquid from the Pen Station garbage bag/ Dissolved in muriatic acid in a 55 gallon drum melt proof plastic (HOOK Coma) Hitch a ride home cause ya friends left you stranded/ Picked up by a drifter in a station wagon/ Knocked unconscious, blindfolded dragged by the hair/ Hands tear through ya pretty pink underwear/ Twist around ya ankles like a sex crime/ You can chew though the ropes when ya hands are tied/ Fight the appetite cry ya self to sleep/ Haven't seen daylight starve in the dark for weeks/ Don't scream cut ya tongue out and vocal chords/ Like a side show freak ya gonna swallow swords/ Physical abuse forced in solitude/ Pleasuring every day like A prostitute/ Electrocuted 110 volts of shock/ East river, chrome, bones cinder blocks/ Your future shocked with torture and uncertainty/ Develop Stockholm syndrome now your free to leave Go! (HOOK Coma)
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