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Peak #3,665
Peak in subgenre #1,794
Author
Pike (Lewin Hayes)
Uploaded
August 30, 2005
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Lyrics
We are all here to witness the trial of Roberto Carpermats
All rise for the honourable judge a concerto of martyr claps
Jury of saps, easily bribable like Las Vegas money sluts
Money or more, Roberto bought cuts to create dilated buts
Consecrated religions in divisions of rap related revisions
Slated visions he contaminated brains in head on collisions
Roberto the Satanist, Roberto the anti-philanthropist
Contagion to innocent minds, Roberto the calamity animist
Stain a circle of pain, summoning blood from the vein
Death ritual rip and maim chink on the chain link to the reign
Eyelid removing blink to bleed Roberto wrote to read
Some who read the words re-enacted to quote his greed and feed his need
See no wrong he perceived his words as their Satanist license
A sect of silence perusing virgins with rapist violence
The judge looked in Roberto’s eyes and saw evil incarnate
His throat went dry for seconds and silent whispers followed
Roberto smiled a confident grin and the judge swallowed
With stuttering pace ‘prosecution, state your case’ and rose a face
The man was large, undeterred by Roberto’s reputation
Steely eyed he stepped forward brute in a suit to salute the situation
He talked a while avoiding Roberto’s glazed smile
People were taken back with a human being- being this vile
He raped women, men and fucked all of his subjects
Threw rages ‘containing the devil’ ranting with sharp objects
Kill count could mount Everest, an inch every murder
A tape was played quietly of a girl dying, everyone heard her
She pleaded for her life, under the chanting of his group
Clutter and clink of a knife and a noise like gargling soup
The sounds continued and some of the crowd were sick
The chants grew loud then stopped, and the vomit ran thick
Estranged the prosecution rested feeling bested by the detested
Roberto requested solitude even suggested as he was arrested
No words were said seeing Roberto’s expression never changed
His confession arranged plead guilty on account of being deranged
The court was a hustle, the sickening stench flew through the door
In the bustle nobody saw Roberto drinking puke from the floor
Overpowering crackle followed under the screams and the sound
Cowering holding his hands stretched neck head rolling around
Roberto ripped himself from the shackle in which he was bound
Silent he snuck out of sight, into the night and was never found
By the time the judge yelled order, Roberto was in a four door
Trailing away, sailing away hailing the court chaos that he saw
He created chaos, bought the devils sound to silence
Roberto the Satanist
Roberto the evil
Roberto the violence.
Roberto… the sound in the silence
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