| Due to positive criticism and me knowing that I'm going to be writing more material decided to open this up for any and everyone that would like to share a couple rhymes they wrote or came up on the spot. And for me I think I'll start off with my casual: WR4TH, a cannibal eating Hannibal's remains, can I be more insane then a chainsaw to the brain? Can I bust a rhyme sicker than the bullshit from Waka Flocka Flame? WR4TH, a defiant demon, made from shriveled semen, encased in concrete cement, repentance only brings resentment from the basement of this racist rapist, rated 666 out of 10, face it, I do more than represent this sin, I'll leave you faceless with a single statement, I'll fuckin' eat an unborn baby and leave a dirty syringe as a replacement, I'll leave a track infected, no way to get tested once this crazy son of a bitch has wholly blessed it, relentless attacks, I'm addicted to breakin' backs, and necks, in fact, where the fuck are you at? Crack your goddamn groin with a baseball bat, dump your entire family into some giant cake batter, splatter them motherfuckers with a train, leave your brain shattered, I'm fuckin done with this verse, you probably pissed on yourself, go & check your bladder... EDIT: I'll be honest... I kinda went off after the unborn baby line... but yeah. |
CounterpartOct 26, 2011 9:23 PM
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| And I had 1 more in me: A loaded gun firing on all cylinders, I got this shit locked down, prepare for the blizzard, I'm high off some of that purple stank and some sizzurp, listen mister, I'll turn you into a missus when them SE7EN niggas come through to castrate you, did you miss us? I'm drinkin' a gallon of puss while I'm bustin' a nut in your grandma's death bed, give her my best wishus, I mean best wishes, after enough years you'll learn that violence is bliss, peep this here youngin', I'm on the run for some shit I did to my cousin while stealin' government funds, my fun is not fundamental nor recommended to those with weak mental or have curfews to go to bed, riddle me with bullets until I'm dead, cut me into pieces with the chainsaw in the shed, bake those pieces into meat pies and make sure the insides are red, feed me to all my exs and friends, now you can't get the taste of me out your head, now allow me to lurk while I jerk it to the lesbian pics from your mother's purse, goodbye. Tip: This type of rap is probably the most common, characterized by disorganization & obscene rhymes with no real sense or purpose so yeah something to think about when viewing my lyrics. |
CounterpartApr 6, 2011 1:54 PM
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| Lol heard of him but never actually listened to BLH, thing is, the only horrorcore artists or similar to horrorcore artists I've listened to are Eminem (in his early days), Cage, Odd Future, & Esham Lol I wasn't even thinkin' when I made that rhyme but it could count as a Sweeny Todd reference. And that's pretty much what I am for when I make rhymes like that. |
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| And one more (think I might actually become a rapper): These lyrics contain the spirits of serial killers, feel the realness and weird shit that goes down when you hear this, you hear that? That's me climbing through your bedroom window, too late to react, another pile of bodies like I fuckin' relapsed, in fact, I dare you to stare into these bloodshot eyes, stare into the pool of blood like it's water & red dye, realize the only way I'll gain silence is by suicide, my purpose on this Earth is to shut these voices up screaming "Die, motherfuckers, die!" I'm fuckin' diseased, eating human organs like it's a goddamn food supply, please someone please, hurry up & get me crucified, or shit, at least hand me the straitjacket, I can't just sit here with these visions of floating caskets, this basket case is done, behold the aftermath of WR4TH's fractured past, faggots. And I just got done listenin to Diary of A Madman, pretty damn nice. Definitely check out more of their material. |
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| And one more for some magical reason: This crafty bastard made the bandwagon hazardous, these lines are like some C4-plastered shit, the man behind 'em said he'd betray Jesus quick unlike that bitch ass fag Lazarus, I think I subconsciously sold my soul to Satan, cause with each verse I feel like me & him are related, hated, X-rated, & faded, enough obscene shit to be called Pitchfork's new favorite, another inglorious bastard like Tyler, The Creator, remastered new version of them old Gravediggaz, one arm left like my name was the RZA, journey into the diary of a sad man, a badman, a madman with an M16 in his hands, a misunderstood kid with bigger-than-life plans, I guess that's why I'm stuck drinkin' this generic 40 ounce liquor brand, now lemme shut the fuck up and let the gun spam these final words that go somethin' like "Blam blam." |
CounterpartApr 7, 2011 11:23 AM
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| Came up with some crazy shit while under the persona of WR4TH then transitioning to Spearz: Someone exorcise this nigga and his head-twistin', self-inflictin', shape-shiftin', pissin'-in-your-grandma's-urn demon with no mission, he's fiendin', cravin', eatin' and pickin at flesh like he's a fuckin' raven, misbehavin' badass destroying everything in my path, I'd love to see someone put a bloodbath in a body-bag, WR4TH, screamin' my name on every track, represent them SE7EN niggas cause the rest of them fuckers are really wack, jack PR1DE's ride and throw him in a fuckin' knapsack, smash GR3ED's face into the concrete, trick Jacob into buying his fake gold teeth, push GL0TTONY down the stairs, strip him naked and plug his ass with a pear, bear the pain cause I'm not done just fuckin yet, drug LU5T and make 'em wake up as the opposite sex, SL0TH don't want shit from me, I'll superglue his eyelids together while he's asleep, send EN7Y to fuckin' hell yellin', "I hope you find for what you seek!" And don't you dare get me started on WR4TH, put that faggot ass bastard cat in a fuckin' full body cast, past the point of no return, crucify that fucked nigga at main-mast, anally fill 'em with some chitlins like "Now THAT's some soul food for your ass!" Rampage, blastin' both his mom and his dad or any fam dumb enough to think they can outlast, the savage coroner in the horrible corridor of horrors, you can try to escape but I fuckin' warned ya, I graduated college with a PhD in torture, the nigga behind these rhymes is like an explosion to your ears, tell a peer and let 'em fear me, warn 'em that that nigga Spearz is comin' for you queers, G. Now I have no idea how to explain how I came up with some shit like this but uh.... yeah. |
CounterpartApr 7, 2011 11:27 AM
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| And this verse is directly influenced by Gravediggaz "Diary of a Madman", more or less viewing into my experience in a mental asylum: This nigga's psycho he might go off in 2 seconds, quick! Get the medication and jail sentence! Meditation in padded rooms, half of my fellow inmates stuck pushing brooms, went from crime spreein' to dish cleanin' but these fuckers will will pay soon, serial rapists and killers with serial numbers tattooed on our fuckin' arms, got sent to solitary confinement for tricking a nurse like I meant no harm, blacked out and woke up with her flimsy broken neck in my palms, voices laughin' in the background at my misery, someone say what the fuck is happening to me! Dreams of the angel of death, dreams of me choking myself to my last breath, cold sweats and shivers like I'm withdrawin' from meth, keep me in my cell which will forever be my tomb and my personal hell. |
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| And I got 2 more. Each verse is a curse, rehearsed in the front seat of hearses, I burp shit like this on a daily basis, before you fuck with WR4TH you better learn the basics, got an army of white kids screaming I'm fuckin' sick, iller than Mac Miller on drugs from my dealer, killer from a slum village of dumb niggas, all respect due to the big homie J. Dilla, the young clap-a-fella, rock-a-fella out his villa to the mountains below, this is nowhere near a death blow, just an average flow, from an average Joe with no dough, but my lines are so pro, y'all niggas don't even deserve another one, peace you fuckin' zeroes. |
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| This one's more.... anti-everything. Inspiration for this came more off of the intro of Busta Rhyme's "Extinction Level Event" Let the anarchy begin, let this entire nation be cleansed, let the corruption and assumptions finally end, let humanity stare in the mirror and finally become aware of the virus we have truly become, let our God's "WR4TH" allow us to witness the death of our firstborn sons, half of our Earth's population purpose is worthless, I can feel the end coming, are you nervous? The Black Plague, the black slaves, and the Nazi renegades, great disasters with one master, the human race, the architectures of genocide, my mouth is speaking of unprejudiced hate, too pure to be categorized, I will be the the sinister minister and mister meister if this unholy burning, and watch as we as humans keep doing the same things, the only thing freedom brings are the obscenities of these insane leaders goin' through murderous epiphanies.... |
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| Another one like my 2nd verse, more bullshit-happy related stuff. Rebel, revolt, assault, sexual of course, and you should already know the result, reboot with your ass lodged on my boot, playin' tiddly winks and footsies with the pinkies of my big feet, I was arrested while digestin' flesh for disturbin the peace, I made the pig choke on my 2 brown Reese's pieces, this piece of shit needs to stop rappin', enough violent shit to fracture rapture, step into the world of the gangbangin' raptors, but truly I'd rather just snatch a girl with a worn out snatch, blue waffle comedy darker, than the black stripes on a bee, black comedy more obscene than a bitches overpriced weave, BREATHE for a minute before you get down with the sickness, insane niggas preppin' for a crime session, R U down with this? |
CounterpartApr 7, 2011 12:17 PM
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| Raggedy animal, got the world yellin' "This nigga's out of his cantaloupe!" Can of dope next to the bag with your family's fingertips in a fuckin' lunchable, psychosocial dysfunctional horror show, BDSM fetish porno flow, whips and lashes, witness Spearz hallway of madness, panoramic, frantic, spastic hazard kickin' some ol' massacre rad shit, extremely graphic, nuclear reactive, masochistic bitch with an itch no witch could scratch, get me a drugged up violent white girl and I'll have my perfect match, ride or die chick participatin' in silent riots, chop up damn near every part of her with an axe and turn into a necrophiliac, an eternal suffering could be yours for free, act now. |
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| This one's probably some of the most personal shit I'll do as far as rapping: My mom condemned me as a dark violent person, yet she thought she could reposition my purpose by sending me to church and, if you don't believe me get a fuckin' time machine and rewind, back to the day of December 25th, Christmas, where a pair of headphones were the only thing on my wishlist, the same fuckin' day my parents went on my hitlist, the same day my dad's fist nearly wrecked my shit, I guess he was feelin' dissed, that's why my rhymes are more pissed at everyone and everything bitch, this will be some of the realest shit I ever wrote, some of the realest shit I ever spoke, some of the realest shit that would make me get a personal visit from the pope, let the suicide note read this nigga just couldn't cope... |
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| Fuck, I think the Ritalin is kickin' in, let me overdose with the amphetamine in my blood stream that's being competed by the morphine, nicotine wet dreams makin' me cream in my jeans, from another realm you can't fathom, disintegrate you fuckers and sniff the rest of your atoms, the walking nuclear reactor, caveman fundamentalist livin' life backwards, surreal guerrilla terrorist lockin' foreign tourist in my cellar, remember the consequences of the enema, drop your ass stranded in Amityville like my name was Eminem, tell a friend this nigga is back again, founder of the SE7EN sins, inventin' shockin' shit like I'm Benjamin Franklin, bitch! |
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| It takes 2 to make things go right, it takes 2 to make it out of sight, it takes one voice to disturbed the unsettled spirits of the night, it takes one scream to turn a domestic fight into a murder, I know you heard of me, whisperin' the language of the dead givin' you niggas ear blisters, lick the perspiration off of your body, getting to know your true fear before I leave you sloppy, body slopped inside of a fuckin' dumpster, tell that nigga Death I'm close to pulling his number, he just goes and collects for me, I expect every weekend for the souls of the deceased, rest in the pieces I fuckin' left you in, a thousand repetitions of petitions couldn't stop this pen from pinnin' you clowns down, learn that I'm the new boss in town, strike that, this entire nation, the first and only law: don't interfere when them SE7EN niggas are castratin'. |
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| This one probably goes as a direct remix verse to Slaughterhouse's Cuckoo: Sellin' murder burgers for free ninety-nine, go ahead and step in line, and don't worry about those little signs, "May cause spontaneous combustion." What could be the real chances of tha- OH SHIT! The police are gonna have a fit, rip a jacker's spinal cord out, Jack the Ripper and WR4TH burnin' down whorehouses, kidnap a bitch in a brand new whip like it was some fuckin' catnip, store each one of her limbs in a different kitchen cabinet, drastic nigga on, tons of liquor makin' motherfuckers stiffer than a board like my real name was Rigor Mortis, take a trip to hell to see my real creator, Mammon's very own home grown, wait til halftime and flood & drown everyone in the Superbowl dome, listen son, I'm cuckoo, and I don't need a hook for this one. |
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| This was supposed to be some Extinction Level Event shit but ended up having a completely different reaction: There's only 1 year left! So women shake ya ass and show off ya chest, breasticles flyin' around like a fuckin' spectacle, use your engaged fiance to test how many kids are in my left testicle, LU5T hand me the duct tape, the only item sponsored by rape, rakin in victims like money and Bill Gates, WAIT! I can benefit from the screams, with her entire family comin' to the fuckin' crime scene, misogynistic, government-resistant, better believe I'm bringin' rubbers on the first date, and if you can't you better get with it bitch, but don't even get me started on you small fry guys, bringin' a girl back to your mom's house like you can supply, right, I excite the women when I start riots, daze her with my blood-crazed sight starin' at her through the pile of dead bodies bonfire, make her entire body light up with sex tools I had now I'm her black MacGyver. |
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| Eh been kinda busy & lazy lately but came back with another one, surprisingly inspired by a dubstep beat from a Newgrounds artist by the name of thecokebitch: Bit down sound, surround 'em and drive through like a snow plow, now that's the shit I'm talkin' about, even kids that were raised right want to go down my route, shout along fellas, "Them SE7EN sins villains is comin' for that bread, lettuce, and chedda, eating' any of the beef the competitors fed us, seva your memba and send the shit in 7 different lettas." Average niggas cannot stop the reign of this acid rain and supernova flames, I'll stab a hobo for his fuckin' pocket change, I'll ram a van full of soccer kids off the road while they switch lanes, I'll pull a Training Day court case and get off because the judge thinks I'm deranged, I don't rap for the fame but the brains of whorish dames and I'm not talkin about the sayin' if you know what I'm sayin'. |
CounterpartApr 11, 2011 9:51 AM
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| Bang your head to this explicative, exclusive, lucrative penmanship, cunning beast from the west killing the best priests in the U.S., keep it poppin' pimpin', I'ma get to gettin' this shit in the trunk that'll leave you fuckin' limpin', well fuck that I'm aimin' for a full cripple, leave you crying like a baby with nary a nipple to suckle, buckled under the pressure, I'm on my Buffalo Bill and your skin's just the right texture, Helter Skelter in my closet excreting bricks out his rectum, scared of me? Couldn't be, I just wanna bend him over like Beckham and um.... Who drank all the fuckin' rum? I'm stumblin' stickin' my captain flesh arrow into random peoples' bums, hang you off the plank by your nuts for bumpin' into me but that's just how the cookie crumbles, royal rumble Undertaker-style, fall out of my ring you'll just be another homicide file, wild motherfucker defecating on the crowd just to make 'em yell louder, stage dive into a pitchfork and feel no pain, yank me off and watch the blood splurt like a cork and champagne. |
CounterpartApr 11, 2011 9:54 AM
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| Inspired by Gravediggaz' "Mommy, What's a Gravedigga?" I am the Grim Reaper, Grim Raper, Grand Caper, Gram Scaler, Death Inhaler, mamma I made it so you can hate me more now, Nos fillin' up your house like methane in a brown cow, frown now as I bring down Apocalypse, get ready motherfuckers for Death's warm kiss, this is not a drill but a massacre of the masses, bastard blastin' blasphemy from his fuckin' balcony, and fuck Christmas I'll be waitin' for Santa's massive ass when he comes from the chimney, go to sleep young children, I'll show you sympathy and give you a taste of what it's like to have no feelings, and all you fuckin' hypocrites and critics can get to splittin', cause I know this wicked written shit has got you sickened, and unless you've lived as one of the sins like LU5T, you can get to suckin' dick and shuttin' the fuck up. |
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| Inspired by Dilated Peoples' "Worst Comes To Worst" When worst comes to worst, my people come first, simple bloodhounds chasin' after some mischief and short skirts, when worst comes to worst them SE7EN nigga's pull them things out that pop off short bursts, "BLADOW!" Clap off, you should expect me to go off like that often, leave a MC softened, coughin' once I walk away from his coffin, when worst comes to worst I'll leave a dude's pupils dilated, rhymes poisonous enough to leave 'em sedated at the bottom of an ocean, caution! When worst comes to worst, WR4TH turns from mad into an explodin' potion full of hatred motives so be careful and watch my motions before you wake up roastin' in my birthplace, pits of hell where influencing psychopaths was my forte, you better believe it when I say it's not safe, so open the safe, cause when worst comes to worst, that dude WR4TH will leave a hole where your face was supposed to be, gritty GR3EDY bastard too unstable for a CD... I'm comin' at you in 4D, you can't foresee a sin like me, read between the lines, I'm comin' at you for them four keys of weed, and them four G's I wasted on college, got as much knowledge as George Bush like a report card with four D's, when worst comes to worst you can't stop this harder version of the Carter like I'm goin through 4 peat, when worst comes to worst I'm that nigga you can't beat, schizophrenic menace like a rapper made of four different breeds, hardcore niggas just want more, crazy niggas just want to go Yonkers with me like Wolf Haley, them SE7EN niggas just want to know when the next check is comin' in, and them laid-back niggas just want to relax, so for now put up your feet and roll up a fat one, let WR4TH entertain you cause it's about that Time 4 Sum Aksion. With no one else really adding I'm gettin' ready to name myself official lyricist of this club XD |
CounterpartApr 13, 2011 7:51 PM
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| The reckless, tyrannosaurus sore ass is back without any breakfast, so who the fuck wants next on my morning hit list? Who the fuck wants to get X'ed out of this new X-rated Exodus? I'm takin' motherfuckers' pain to the max, cutting every little piece of your body while you're on the torture rack, but oh no, I don't want to hit a vital organ, I got some of my asylum buddies on the distorted organ so they can play some funeral music for ya, I spend my nights sortin' body parts, spine, brain, genitals, and of course your heart, hard to get an open-casket when your body looks more used than a ghetto shoppin' cart, the eyeless, fearless, peerless, earless leader is telling you sons of bitches to come closer and hear this, I'm back on my grizzy, back on my grizzly spree, squeal motherfuckers, I'm back with more voices in my head, you see? You wonder for whom the bell tolls? Take a stroll down your local bridge at 2 a.m. to see this fuckin' troll, and to pass the only thing that's worth a measly cent to me is your soul. Note: I'll be busy this week, so yeah don't be surprised if you don't get a lot of raps this week. |
CounterpartApr 16, 2011 8:58 PM
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| Twitch, twitch, stitch, stitch, sniff, sniff, I smell something funny with drool going down my massive jaw, a rabid dog with claws bigger than my damn paws, PAUSE! President of this evil residence, living in an undead lab where death is a consequence for anyone that is hesitant, with the little rascals in my basement on mescaline with me tryin' to hassle 'em, tickle my pickle for a nickle huh? Killin' these little sickle cells until I'm thrown in jail, dig my way out with a guard's groin bone, carved a shank out of it with a dull stone, went and gouged the eyes out of whoever was in the damn house, raped the spouse, and ate her with some sauerkraut, plant my ass up on the couch, turn the tv on to watch some nasty shit about some dick down south, gout on his mouth, so I threw up and darted out, peace. |
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Eyeless said: Twitch, twitch, stitch, stitch, sniff, sniff, I smell something funny with drool going down my massive jaw, a rabid dog with claws bigger than my damn paws, PAUSE! President of this evil residence, living in an undead lab where death is a consequence for anyone that is hesitant, with the little rascals in my basement on mescaline with me tryin' to hassle 'em, tickle my pickle for a nickle huh? Killin' these little sickle cells until I'm thrown in jail, dig my way out with a guard's groin bone, carved a shank out of it with a dull stone, went and gouged the eyes out of whoever was in the damn house, raped the spouse, and ate her with some sauerkraut, plant my ass up on the couch, turn the tv on to watch some nasty shit about some dick down south, gout on his mouth, so I threw up and darted out, peace. Dope |
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| I spit on your grave, save the apologies, behold the prodigy born of modern fucked up sodomy, bring the motherfuckin' ruckus, wannabe rugged and rumpus dumb shits, suck up this bomb shit like a long bong hit, high off of that ignorance that WR4TH lit, lickin' shots before I jack a nigga for his cash knot, boot camp his ass like 5 bars of soap in a sock, rock 'em, sock 'em, improper nigga misusing propellants like a fella cravin' for another felon, fellow convict cravin' for somethin' holocaustic, burning this whole town like a flame in surround sound, burn it down, burn it down, and let it fall, this is that Watts Riots shit aimed at all of y'all raw, cause? I'm an effect of negligence, fucked in the mind literally and ain't been right since, the straight basher, paradox disaster, maximum amount of fucked up combined with some lashes, and as I pray to the heavens and God himself, I dream of a day in which I choke the bastard in exchange for my wealth. |
CounterpartApr 25, 2011 11:50 AM
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| Inspired by Earl Sweatshirt's Stapleton: Mental breakdown as slow as a moving iceberg, wannabe loved nigger with a gold member like that one dude Bill Goldberg, shag it once, shag it twice, make it rough with bruises treatin' my bitch like a rag doll full of a ounce of what looks like thrice cream, chop coward chatter up when the cannibal king resumes to do his thing, go ahead and shout like James Brown, I'll feel good when my serial killer deals become renown, toss his corpse up into a mashed out mosh pit, I'll take a bath in the crapped out moss shit, I'm that expired detergent determined on taking that dirty flirting to a next level, I'll level an orphanage and say I'm influenced by the devil, well fuck him he's below me on a different bevel, bitch is afraid to play my simple game that some call Russian Roulette while I call it the Death Shuffle, chuckle chuckle, Chuckie's back but he's black as fuck, still stuck on the kill at will demo mode, destroy that bitch you call The One by every little line of his code, this Matrix is my world, that little girl Mr. Smith can go ahead and be my dominatrix, silly rabbit, that's not a trick, it's a treat, now just focus while I suffocate you with my old Christmas reed, lethal like I was made of Fabreware, I'll signify my retirement with some fiber wire and sacrifice my life to my last breath of air. P.S. Fabreware is a company that makes various kitchen tools, in verse I happened to be referring to kitchen knives. Added note: With the verses I've made so far, could use some feedback. Just make a reply stating your top 3 favorite verses by post number. |
CounterpartApr 25, 2011 7:58 PM
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| This nigga WR4TH's writtin' rhymes as anger management, that's why he's on a rampage and niggas can't handle it! Handle the damage I cause and any challenger can get sawed up and hauled off by paramedics, told the bastard when I said it I meant it, keep fuckin' with me and you'll get the frame stretcher quick, bickering bitches get lynched, arch-nemesissies can only sit and watch as I go ahead and rock the spot with your wife's legs propped up, and don't worry, it's by force, have Yoda's jaw droppin' when I roast her like the main course, well that's what you get for bein' a whore in short shorts, and all I'll do is laugh when you take me to court, shit I'll help you out and plead guilty, break out a week later and believe I'm about to make shit filthy, tie your entire family up and leave 'em stranded on an island, I am the isolated creation, my brains racin', facin' 25 to life playin' dumb like my name was Sarah Palin, but back to the facts, I'll leave your family facin' the concrete from 200 meters, try sky-diving without dying goddamn dick-eaters, I am the new God of this degenerate Illuminati, generate a generation of irrational assholes abusin' their own bodies, loot, drink, fight, new nuisances, freaks and dikes in tights are welcomed into WR4TH's Land, if you haven't figured out yet, hitting rock bottom was the plan, can you stand and bear witness to the SE7EN sins army, I am the general in which you can harness my hatred energy, each soldier is more fucked up than the Human Centipede, we believe we can achieve peace when 90% of this world is deceased, we will kill faster than the Nazis, like we're descendants of the Rwanda genocide on 20 tons of coffee, and me? I'm just here to make sure the mass murder charges stick, and this one goes out to all of those who're mentally sick. |
CounterpartApr 26, 2011 1:53 PM
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| This would have to go as a direct remix to Busta Rhymes' "This Means War!!" Sensitize me? Is like sanitizing a rotten peach, the leech of the industry, but they just can't get rid of me, I'll summon the spirit of a loved one of yours through a Ouija board, just so I could strangle 'em with an a/v cord, you've never seen a being like me bring this heat before, 2 whores chopped up and stuffed into floorboards, heads on pikes below my throne, I am the hellish warlord, outfit made of fetuses showing off my truer form, I am the storm before the sunshine, none have passed and your soul will be mine, I'm that kind of guy on his own supply, cookin' ride or die chicks up in a fish fry, I am so high off of the cries of the damned, WR4TH's the sham with a plan to have you doing handstands until you can't stand it anymore, kick in the door wavin' the .44, all you heard was, "Damn, daddy please give me more." Hawk a loogie on the bitch when I'm done with her and feed her to the hoard, grab, stab, rape, jab, straight up Street Fightin' niggas until the autopsy lab's gotta put 2 bodies on the slab, can I get a better beretta, to pop these pus pussy people like CanIBus, sow a nigga's asshole shut, feed 'em and feed 'em until he busts, I'm kinda rusty getting these crusty torture charges on my rap sheet, beat this, I am the ice cream man, runnin' over fat chicks with my van, throwing up a fat finger at Uncle Sam, cookin' up this same ol' crack music in the same ol' pan, decapitating little kids with the same ol' hack saw, goddamn WR4TH's tearing up this whole song, it can only mean one thing when I'm going this hard, a great man once said, this, means, war. Note: It didn't hit me this could be counted as a remix verse until I ended up using a friend's joke rhyme that went like "I am the ice cream man, running over fat chicks with my van" which he always sung to the beat of Iron Man. |
CounterpartApr 28, 2011 5:00 PM
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| Alright I got 2 long ones. Rickety rigid rhymes at the drop of a dime, I'll leave pieces of your families bodies scattered on the streets, shit I'm using cleats to punt these punks kiesters into next Easter, my rhymes are overflowing with ether, nigga light a match and put it up to the speaker, I am the speaker of the dead at his full peak, it's useless escaping from me you're already on the leash, I'll unleash enough hell to have you begging to sell your soul to me for free, this nigga's so crazy you could swear he was on somethin' other than reefer, shit at least I'd take a hit better than that faggot Wiz Khalifa, Taylor Gang? Pfft, get the fuck out of here, hang each rapper by his chain and let 'em rot for the next 5 years, okay, maybe that was a little too vicious, but fuck rapping, half of you niggas these days would be better at washing dishes, I'll make a colossus st-st-stagger stutterin' cluster fucks better g-g-g-get madder or get Glad, press and seal, to even be considered of being in my field, I will not yield, I will bash your head in with a war shield, get you cremated and throw your ashes in the trash, actin' like it's a tragedy, and as I aggravatingly defy these academies , I will disgust the deceased, accuse the accused, cue the fool who think he can't lose, I will curse you with a verse, and the torture is gonna way more than hurt, I will Kurt Angle you, cracking limbs leaving your foot dangling by a thread, realize it motherfuckers, I am the new threat, I dare you to tread into the territory that will leave you on your death bed, that said, I am shutting the system down, the new virus, I will put hooks through your eyelids and iris, figure out that I am the one & only living kill switch bitch. |
CounterpartMay 3, 2011 11:09 AM
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| Okay, okay, okay, it's that nigga you've been waiting for... Mr. Alpha & Omega... Mr. Home-Wrecka... Mr. Chin-Checka, body collector, expect the set to bury you from your neck up, I'm a young lil' scrapper on that rough stuff, punk what? Takin' weight-lifters out like it's a buff bluff, shit and that's while I got on handcuffs, look, you can be guts and glory, I'll make sure you leave this Earth with deep cuts that's gory, all WR4TH's got is his balls and his word, treatin' this game like baseball, throwing more than a curve, foul nigga spewin' lyrics way more than absurd, played the background now it's my turn, I took the name and the fame and still fight a nigga cause they got on my 1 nerve, you'll need a ticket stub to get into this fight club, over-react and rip your legs off, now where's the nub? I'm a psycho, pyro, schizo, yes, all of the above, gallon of gas, abandoned buildings? I think I'm in love, now don't make me rush the stage and make an example out of you like a switchblade, jack an Emmy award and sell it for 20 bucks, now that's the way to get paid, homie don't press your luck, cause the buck stops at tryin to get me saved, I'm a born-again sinner, born-again winner out eating rotten ribcages for dinner, dammit, I can't stop aimin' at everyone like my rhymes are panoramic, vacate the area, WR4TH is causin' panic, get it through your skull, I'm the chaos you can't manage, the manic maniac with a Mac 10, machine gun funk, go ahead and bring a friend, take this night to get hyped up, strut, thought I told you that I won't stop, Puff, cause even at the top it will never be, ever enough. |
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| I transitioned again and went... bloodthirsty. The nigga that'll tear off your torso, more-so, I'll have 'em sweatin' like he's wearing Soul Glo, oh no! I don't want to make another foe, just because I disrespect everyone with my flow, have you ever seen a nigga with a shoulder so cold? Have you seen a nigga causin' earthquakes saying fuck your status quo? Well now you have experienced the 666th wonder of the world, 666 pieces of maggots when I hurl...... I bended and curled this shit to my whim, fuck who's on your iPod, E, tell these niggas, "I am better than them." Fuck a diss, just tell me where and when? You better revise those weak lines mentioning my name, I thought Biggie taught you niggas that things done changed, and I'm changing this game for the worse, this is the era of Spearz motherfuckers better disperse, first of all, you're gonna need to call the cavalry, slice your calf in half licking up all the blood I see like metabolism and calories, can you see the reasons why I reap and wreak havoc? Because I'm out to destroy these faggots rapid habitat habits goddammit, I will murder, maim, and massacre with malice, with mercy? I love a fuckin' challenge, I am the new destroyer of this world and mankind I will banish, fucking with me will get you up Shits Creek, we can meet, 2 hands, 2 feet, your bloody face, smashed in on the concrete. P.S. The person I referred to as "E" is an old friend Emmanuel who's motto is "I... am better... than them..." |
CounterpartMay 4, 2011 12:53 PM
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| This goes as a direct remix verse to Juelz Santana's "Violence": This is that grizzly nizzy, for shizzy y'all, for shizzy nizzy I'll leave a pussy nigga weak and soft, I heightened the standards for niggas to think they're psychopaths, bitch I'll go old-school and stick you up in a chamber filled with gas, it's that nasty WR4TH destroying bloodlines with his lyrical witchcraft, fuck Shaft I'm that bad mutha poppin' shots in the suburbs to stir up some riff raff, for no reasons at all, my intentions are just that bad, do the math, black SUVs, rope, and some chloroform, the shit we'll do to your bitch is inspired by rape porn, this is a different form of shit made by corn, made by the nigga who broke off the Devil's horns, this is that crack music, slap a nigga backwards music, pack 'em in the trunk for a dime sack, yes, it's that stupid, beware of he who clipped the wings off Cupid, if you're listening to me? Chances are you're under the influence, the influential, presidential, fuck the brass, grab a pistol, unstable like a damaged missle, turn your past into a mental issue, nigga is findin' ways to make a homemade bomb out of a box of tissues, instigator with flavor, makin sure that your family won't miss you, this ain't about race, this ain't about fate, this about gettin' cracked in the fuckin' face, this ain't about silence, this ain't about cowards, right now I am reincarnation of violence! |
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| Alright I made somethin' more mellow & personal: It's that mental monster stompin' his way out of the dark, don't misunderstand, the anger doesn't come from the heart, the past is the gas and these rhymes are just the spark, I'm just tryin' my best to run away from every situation, it's like I won't be happy until I'm facin' incarceration, this is a side you probably won't ever see again 'til the next 40 lash outs, just remember that with that fury also comes fear and doubt, and without those things what would WR4TH be about? Money, cars, clothes? No interest, I'll let the rest speak about that bull while I speak about what I know best, the self-aware, bipolar, schizo pest, with each verse being a breakdown, I'm lookin' like a straight mess, yes, you can consider this gettin' some demons off my chest, before they devour anything that I have left, and before I spaz out and destroy anything that's next to me, let it be known WR4TH & Spearz are just the mental wrecks of me, shut off from everyone until it's time to attack, 2 destructive forces with an even more destructive pact, the fact of the matter is, these are just the abused & damaged versions, it's hard to get used, feel abandoned, and still try to listen to the church sermon, it's hard to say it's cool, stay standin', and still try to keep your memories from burnin', just don't get the angst confused with hate, the anger is just from the danger of people thinkin' they can relate, and before you think you can make me feel gratefully saved, I'll end up takin' my secrets along with us to the grave. |
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| I couldn't help but do a remix verse to Tyler, The Creator's "Goblin": Stacks of medicine, fuelin' my adrenaline, get ready to relapse motherfuckers it's the worst sin to pick up a pen, I was put on this earth to make sure the adolescence is imperfected since birth, just load up the corruption and prepare to insert, the punishment I'll get for doin' this shit is nothin, abruptly rupture your spinal cord, yeah try and front now cousin, I'm causin civil wars in the west, the cess cannot calm me only the bodies of these lifeless whores, I'm spreadin' through your neighborhood and televisions so hand me the award before I suffocate you niggas like smallpox, c'mon pops, how you gonna top-- wait what's the belt for? C'mon pops, it's me, STOP! Damn that was a nasty flashback, acidic visions with no hazmat, and as I turn into an asthmatic crack addict, you could compare my swag to a bear's, savage, I average at destroying niggas by half-time, Illmatic, pills, had it, deals, shat it, not tryin' to be another Coka Nostra faggot, I just wish my parents gave me that last hug, now I gotta lay my demons in your ear like a bug, and look up to all these fake fuckin' thugs, I ain't jokin' when I say the pain gives me a buzz... It's funny, a bummy nigga with no money, walkin' through Sin City punchin' "friends" in the face askin' "What the fuck you want from me?" Plastered bastard with pipe dreams, I just wanna grab your wife and knock her out with a pipe, dream... I can't walk through the hallways, cause if I do I'll see bodies hanged by their necks all fuckin' day, maybe it's my brain tellin' me to take a tip, shit maybe I'll slit my wrists one day to see if it's a good drug trip, shit maybe I'll obey my parents one day like a dog taught how to do a fuckin' backflip, fuck, maybe I'll suck your dick with Earl's fat lips... Get the fuck out right now, I said get the fuck out right now, before this motherfuckin' banshee decides to make a sound... |
CounterpartMay 5, 2011 8:51 AM
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| Think I reused a lot of old rhymes in this one but I pretty much stopped caring after the 10th bar: It's the fostered roster of rap monsters, the shit starters, performing long lost fatalities at the wrong concert, victories flawless, now how did Mr. Diarrhea-of-the-Mouth get a flow that's so sour, cause I went on a bitch slappin' spree, PR1DE hand me the powder, now inside the white van we got SE7EN armed vandals actin' like some re-vamped rampagin' animals, with your wife's hands chopped off and stored in a floor panel, handle that, simple Jack nigga makin' wise cracks, whack your ass with a tennis racket like a wide bat, phatter than a plumbers crack and fattening bacinators, marinating mating babies to give some new flavors to all you weak haters, ignorant nigger trashin' parties like I was on 20 different liquors, lick a dike right twice, now guess who's going home with her tonight, knock her out with two lefts, now guess who isn't gonna put up a fight, but like a lighter, I'm not made to be played with, the ruff rider outsider, the only lighter that'll poison your spliff, the rift causer, pick of the slaughter, house left smellin' like semen if you leave with your daughter, you can go hard, but I go harder, you can go far, but I'm going farther, fock up a non-caring father worse than captain Spock, rock a girls socks and tie her up more secure than Fort Knox, props to my other niggas holdin' down the fort, the only niggas I can trust to lie for me when I'm in court, and I've abused these rhymes so much now they're asking for a divorce, uh-oh. |
CounterpartMay 9, 2011 8:56 AM
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| Turn the page, notebook with a scent of rage, sense the pent up animal with no cage, I'm still the same nigga with the Midas Touch in reverse, back in business setting off rearmed red alerts, reverting motherfuckers back to child status with a drenched red shirt, the walking middle finger screaming, "Fuck you and your favorite singer and whoever's on your ringer-tone, I have half the nerve to suffocate you with your own phone." The sole soul so known to destroy everything you know and/or what's shown baron, still with the SE7EN "sever-n-shred-a-nigga's-segment like eleven elephants just crushed you like a dirty peasant" presences, still makin' sure the block is hot, don't try to pop shots, before they reminisce over you like Pete Rock, peep he who's bite is worse than a shock site, peep he who's bark is worse than a fright night, shit some people would faint hearing my lyrics before even seeing a sight like, a rapper getting involved in the crowd's mosh pits, shit I want to bleed out, fuck a first-aid kit, now let's try to make this a bit funky, c'mon bitch try & take this mic from me, don't get mad I'm more than just a little funny, cause you won't be talking shit when you're tied up, now why so serious? I so furious, I so peerless, I will make you ear-less you undeserving Eeyore's, I mean eyesores, I will fly and soar, so high when you pray you'll say, "Amen SE7EN & WR4TH.... my lords." |
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| Don't ask me what happened on this one, transitioned to Spearz & the rest mine as well be a blackout, I'll signify when it happens. Alright, alright, alright... I know I've been busy, but I'm about to kick this sick silly shit like Free Willy popped out of your mother's anus askin' "What's the dilly?" For rizzle my nizzle this shizzle is worse than the Killa Bee's goin' on a massacre spree for someone saying fuck ODB, now who's down with stealing OPP, cause I'm OCD, & I will hunt a nigga down for jacking my EP, and obsessive fans can get the fuck out of my sight and go fly a scythe like it's a kite, you niggas think I do this to relate with you useless fucks? You got a better chance getting me to stop saying "I will punch you in the uterus." You got a better chance figuring out why I cuss, bitch, suck a dick, lick a clit, and eat an ass and what it shits out like it's your fuckin' last dish, with me around it probably is, I can't spend time on befriending, cause I'm too busy winning, duh! (Transition) The product of popped trojans, the narcotic of knocked up gluttons, button up bitch this is death row with no prison, and Dr. Spearz here will make the first incision, a great man once said "When you cut too deep, you cut the tendons. Finger movement goes out the window." Good, no resistance as you die slow, I will decorate your body with bruises, cuts, & fractions, oh baby don't pass out on me yet we've just begun our actions, now let the scalpel do what it pleases as I show you the true definition of famine, and let the story of your torture become one of fable or faction, I can only daydream how to dispose the body as of late, I just hope the police report doesn't involve the word "Fornicate." |
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| Who do voodoo while I recite passages? Who dare compare while I ignite plane passengers? This is lackadaisy, I'm so lazy, I couldn't even get up to fight my old lady, fuck a swazy, I'm so crazy, just ask your girl how I forced her to swallow my babies, this is a red maybe, like a public massacre with a victim crawlin' away yellin' "Please! Save me!" I'll perform a lethal interjection with a payday, catch Ray's blind self running from me screaming "Mayday!" Ay bay bay I spray harder than an AK, now don't be afraid when I use words like spay, swagger go harder than some motherfuckin' tater tits, tater tots, mackin' bitches fathers & beating 'em up even Jolie couldn't compete with their lips, this is an eviction of moral conviction, convince a convict to start a riot in prison and split, I'm the voice in the background that gives you an extra push, go ahead, use an M60 to turn a family into a pile of red mush, go ahead, and lose all self control, wake up to a message saying "Try that shit again" written in blood bold, I gotta stop being reckless, I gotta stop seeming so sexist, it's just that your existence annoys me past endless, but half of you aren't worth the efforts so eff it, this anger and violence is domestic, this motherfucker reciting will never stop like "Next, bitch!" |
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| I am the autistic artist, pyromanic arsonist at his hardest, sniffing up the ashes of your dearly departed, heartless is not only how I describe myself but how I will leave your carcass, run over a child and tell police it was a car kiss, I'm as disgusting as a container full of raw piss, rawness knockin' at your door and it's not taking no as an answer, open up your ears to this new type of cancer, I am the new chancellor of the nation of the braindead, mislead, unfed, and we crave for your head, we shed not tears & sweat but blood & mud, we don't fight for revolution but just because we were given bodies and hands as violent instruments, after the wars that I cause they'll kill me if I plead innocent, I'll let the instrumental play as I forsake the witnesses. |
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| This one actually develops from a story I've been thinking about for awhile titled "Sinnerman", the rhymes are pretty much just a entire quick summary of the story & doesn't provide much detail: Time's running out, my brain's filling up with doubt, this pain is unmistakable, it's something I couldn't live without, I shout my lungs up at the sky, a true soldier never cries, but in the end, I just want the answer to the question why? But let e start at the beginning, before I'm enforced to sacrifice my life to my own ending, Day 7 of the recession, robbery has become my profession, with the rest of the boys we're down to teach these rich bastards a couple of lessons, but something seems a little funny this session, the alleyways pick up a kid for us, business suit, cleaned up & young, shit he looks like somebody's son, but I put that in the back of my mind as the twins Tommy & Johnny proceed routine like the days in the army, but I can't shake it off, there's something about this kid that seems haunting, but fuck it I got a wife & 2 kids to feed, and welfare ain't doin' shit so I gotta resort to greed, the twins hold him to the wall while Shaun holds the barrel to his chest "You know the routine before you catch it to the breast", in response the smart ass said "Fuck you, my dad probably knows where you rest", Shaun cocked back the gun "Well I can't take that as a yes" & pumped 4 through his flesh, thank God for silencers so we could escape, seems we'll have to move to a new alley at this rate, me and the boys drove home and parted ways, and that should've been it, the end of the day, but I stayed up with the fam late to watch the news, then I saw the kids name on the headline & thought "What the fuck did we just do...?" But leave the rest to be continued, I'm done, this is your local Sinnerman part 1. |
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| Unfinished "song": Black smoke, last toke before I put on my trench-coat, I call a ex who said "Fuck you" last time we spoke, "You might wanna move somewhere remote, you know, somewhere I won't be able to loc--" "Okay what bullshit are you tryin' to pull it's eight in the mornin'" "Yeah fuck you too prepare for some mournin' (Click)" Well if she wants to die today, I'll let her, cause after today she'll wish I never met her, shit after today I'm sendin' everyone to their maker and mecha, 1 clip, 2 clip, 3 clip, 4... 5, 6, 7, 8, I still need more, 1 body, 2 body, 3 body, 4.... 5, 6, 7, 8, after this performance it'll be impossible to get an encore, so hold the applause and take a deep breath, this tragic song hasn't begun just yet. |
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| Let me take a deep breath, deep step into the gallows, pals know this ain't your average gal's show, this doesn't feature your old bizzare circus, this shit invokes spazzin' out like fried circuits, Mr. Mr. More Cuts, can we get an order? Disguise a guys testicle as an hors d'œuvre, oh oh, can I get more sir? I'll give you a little riddle if you think you can try and sort her, what's got 1 eye (now), a stomach full of semen, a vagina overflowin' with demons, and really needs a cleanin'? Looks like she got trampled by a herd, not a cry was heard, and might just get picked off by the birds? My mom, PSYCHE! I'm fuckin' with ya, it's your future wife, ugh, that was a little nasty, (He hasn't done any of that shit he talks about... has he?) Nah, I'm just pokin' fun at your rib cage, pass out and wake up with it missin' the next day, the kid more low key than Loki, mischievous motherfucker crackin' you down to both knees, and if you think I'll ever turn and be good for goodness sake, get ready for the shit that I bring in my wake. |
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| I make a couple of rhymes that seem really anti-women so I decided to give an idea of my perfect woman: Well I don't hate women, I just can't stop meeting bitches. But if it's like, you gave me the option to choose my own girl? Let's see.... I want a girl that's got tattoos, and when she comes to town it's like bad news, mental status is kinda like FUBAR or SNAFU, who can cuddle with me one second and punch me in the face the next cause she's just that cool, got similar issues to the ones I do, outcast of high-school, parties in high-tops instead of high-heeled shoes, doesn't need much and fine with cheap food, likes to break rules, only cares about music & movies when it comes to something new, comes to agreements when I sleep with other girls while she sleeps with other dudes, and don't worry protection is always carried & used, walks in the house with me nude, knows how to knock grown men out when they fuck with her fuse, never acts like a prude, can hop on stage with me and be lewd, hair long and straight so I got something to pull (ooh!) doesn't want marriage or kids soon, doesn't need to know how to dance but knows how to get that ass to move, got nothin' to lose and only her love to prove, I''ll save the rest of this bullshit for act 2. (Spearz: Well that doesn't sound too bad actually) And of course she's gotta be attractive, (Of course) when it comes to bed she's more than active (Always), and doesn't mind me sayin' "Yo, bro, that's my hoe." (Waitaminute-- Stop this shit) And my load she can swall-- (Get the fuck off the mic) |
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| Alright so I'm actually trying to push my rhymes in a more professional direction. I've started making songs but since I'm nowhere near a producer I don't have a beat, just lyrics for now. So I've got about 7 tracks planned so far, 3 using previous random verses that had no real use before & the other 4 are mostly original. This first one I was just bored listening to BLH and I ended up thinking about Fullmetal Alchemist & the story of Barry The Butcher. I couldn't remember the real story behind him so I said fuck it & went my own route. Barry: (Verse 1) So one day there was a guy named Barry, local nice guy, stocky and kinda hairy, but he's got this kink to him that makes him kinda scary, everytime he smells that one certain thing in the air he, freezes up and twitches like he's watching blood flow through nile, then he returns to normal and gives his usual smile, all the while, his mind tries to prevent him from goin' wild, thoughts of a death of a child ad claimed responsibilities, but nevermind that, it's almost killing season, he sets his newspaper down and goes to his job, on a mission, but before that he cuts out the article of an 8-year-old missin' (Chorus) Fuck aging I just love the taste, fuck profiling I like 'em in every single race, dark meat, white meat, nigga what's the difference, when your skins peeled off how can you tell at that instant, for instance.... (Verse 2) Chop, chop, chop, chop, that thought alone got's Barry's mind blocked off, sadistic enough, that's how he gets his rocks off, bullets are for pussies, his weapons don't need safety locks off, 2 knifes with a razorblade stashed under his tongue, think you can beat him hand to hand? Shit, stick with a gun, shit you can try and run, but you'd be better off waitin' until your body's finally numb, yeah, in the late ight hours you'd better be asleep, cause out in the streets it's the meat he reaps (Chorus x2) (Verse 3) Now it's been 3 months and Barry figures everyone's a chump, the disappearence rate is at a state high, and no one but Barry even knows why, and everytime he thinks about it he goes into his all time high, "Think someone raped, stabbed, cut, and ate your wife? I'm that guy." He thinks back to his latest victim, young girl, slender and all Barry can think is "Mmm..." "Hi, what's your name?" "Sally" "Barry" his mind thinks about takin' her out to the nearest alley, "Now it'd be a damn shame if I didn't get to know you" after enough time they go out for some soul food, Barry then charms Sally into some late night fun, clever bastard tricking her into his butcher shop but she thinks he's the one, but her screams will turn from pleasure once Barry's done. (Chorus) (Verse 4) Fuck, Barry slipped up, now he's in penitentiary, mine as well wrist cut, bastards aimed for a stickup, went into the inventory, and saw the cure for hiccups, blood gore, slice slice, 2 time thugs never been more scared for their life, the fact they called the cops is even more ironic, but now the tale of Barry has become iconic, immediate death sentence by hanging, Barry just smiles with no thoughts of a plan B, "Shit I had a good thing going on, leaste when I'm gone the children will celebrate me with a song." Last day, all Barry wants is some raw meat, waisting no time, Barry just digs in and eats, on top of the latch, Barry takes a bow to his adoring crowd, that wishes more than anything that mutilation was allowed, he takes a last glipmse to meet eye-to-eye with a one girl, he ca do nothing but lick his lips, and as he slips down to the abyss he thinks "Mmm, I'd love to cook her." At the moment his neck snaps she mutters, "Barry the Butcher" (Chorus x2) |
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