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Rorshak (1313) "This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not Fate that butchers them or Destiny that feeds them to dogs. It's us. Only us." - Walter Kovacs aka Rorschach, The Watchmen FREE EP FOR DOWNLOAD HERE: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=SJFUVLL4 And here: http://www.soundclick.com/rorshakbenjaminslotep
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Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
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Peak #3,746
Peak in subgenre #226
Author
Rorshak
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Rorshak
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April 17, 2006
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MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 2:09
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Get well soon Ressurretor!
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Verse 1: I'm sitting on my bed with the glock in my mouth I'm debating with myself if I should just take it out But I really doubt I will, with the way the I'm feeling I should just pull the trigger and paint the fucking ceiling Lost in my thoughts now I hate my own breath Aw fuck it may as well, life is just a slow death Battered wife lives below in apartment 2-9 And a junkie with a baby above in 3-5 Not a soul will trust me like my name was Mordred I got baptized and it burned forehead Atlatean legends foretold of my birth And the chaos I would bring upon the whole earth If revenge is served cold then a whole lot of bastards Are gonna feel like they in the middle of Alaska Many just forget the shit they did in the past But it'll all come back when I come to get the last laugh Verse 2: Police are still searching for your where abouts As your laying in a cellar with a rat in your mouth Everyone who dissed me, I ended they careers When I pushed them down the street in some burning wheelchairs It's hard to comprehend why you all think I'm sick While I photograph your carcass with needles in your dick You faggots think every track you've written is golden While you sound like you're rapping with your head in your colon These are true tales of the modern day macabre You all try to front but I can see the facade I'll scratch at your face like a DJ on turntable If you come at me , I suggest that you turntail Measuring madness with rods and clocks Hookers chopped up and left laying at the docks Demons possess me in chaotic flocks I'll break your knees with a bag of pad locks
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