SlaughterhouseThread

[Mantra]

"All in ya Dreamz"

Chrous

Nightmares, horror- shows, real-life terror scenes//
Don't sleep keep an endless supply of caffeine//
I be that mc "All in ya Dreamz"//

verse 1

Welcome to the slaughterhouse where bodies of victims are put in freezers//
Stored in the basement rappers chained , and inflicted with cabin fever//
I leave ya with no food just drops of water coming in from the ceilling//
I feel for ya feeling , but your a fool if you ever think your'e leavin' my hide alive//
i find pleasure in sticking tacks in ya eyes, as you scream "Why!!"//
Soon to be dead baby want me to sing you a lulllaby?//
You can cry i 'll just tie your hands and legs together//
Make you eat dead chickens with the feathers//
Who's better than me at torture methods?//
Ya minds molested with visions of death kid//
I just did 6 years in the prison so who should i fear?//
Tearin' ya chest open with a spear, as my wifey cheers//
You hear other victims screaming for help, don't worry soon i'll put you with them//
My murder symptons sickening as i begin to swing an axe through a skull, what a gruesome scene//

Chrous

Verse 2

people wonder why they must die in the hands of a psycho//
Psychosomatic disciple, you pay the penalty with a mouth shot from my rifle//
I used to be just like you until i caught my first body//
The thrist for blood is eternal, you better ask somebody //
I'm giving em' pain, and unforgettable moments to haunt ya brain//
All my clothes blood-stained, and my methods vary iv'e tied thugs to train tracks//
Hacked, and hanged cats and while they move body in shock mode i sit laugh, and write raps//
One kid tried to fight back, he grabbed a chainsaw and nearly opened up my back//
But wifey attacked fast, put hollowpoints in his ass and made him swallow glass//
i used to be a normal person but that's past tense, know i hit campers in tents//
Always wear leather gloves so i won't leave fingerprints, nor do i leave any evidence//
And since i first started this bizzare hobby, iv'e killed all my peeps besides my queen i have no-body//
But a bunch of weapons my favorite, this rusty shottie i use to blow off the knees of my enemies//
i rarely sleep seeing you weep is my energy//
Chrous

Verse 3

Well my motives caught the ears of police, so i moved out i return occasionly//
To feed the hungy with the remains of dead zoo monkies//
Bodies wrapped like mummies, well preserved on the plate served//
Spicy flesh for dinner delicious tasting competitiors//
3 escapees ran but where can they hide?//
there's wild bears outside, i got an idea jumped in the ride//
Started the engine, and heard a familar voice saying tonite's ya ending//
Felt something sharp pinning the back of my kneck, the pains obvious i'm not pretending//
Know the cars spiinning in reverse, things about to get worse//
I flew through the windshield, what a way to exit this earth!//

[Bigot Hitman]

The way this would flow to a beat is shaky and uncoordinated. But the lyrics is thourough and since its typing and not verbal then this piece is really on point.

You should start a thread where you post all you verses cuz i see ur posts alot everywhere.

[Mantra]

thanx prez, yo this iz my new thread son, and this one above was rushed.

[Mantra]

Cities get Crumbled to Dust and Kibble with Such a Ripple that all within its Touch gets Crippled,
With Enough Centrifical Force it'll Torch ya Physical North and leave Literal Burns an Warts,
Only the Miserable Learn to Bark for Life while the Critical are only Concerned with how Hard they Bite,
Dayz an Nights, Electrically Charged with Might, Paybacks a Bitch, so I Guess your Wife'll Have to Suffice,
My Knife will Sliddice, Givin Bates a Fight is not to Bright, Get It Right!
U can Gripe an Moan, Bitch an throw Fits Alone, But Im still gonna send a couple Clips Through ya Bonez

And when his dome gets cracked, I'll just sit back and relax, laugh so cynical your liable to think i'm mentally wacked. I'm just another hack from the wrong side of the tracks, and i'm fighting back. Tactical genius, lookin for a nice slut where I can stuff my penis, no gangsta lean it's just I love to intervene when it's the most inconvienent. I can be seen at your local church, bursting through the doors snatching your mom's purse, during the surmon I might pull a pee-wee herman, whip out my dick and start jerkin till skeet on your sis and leave her skirt stained, and her pride hurtin...

choke you verbally, the anger controls to smoke dudes permenetly
like im fightin with sharpy's, have the mark for life or die with it partially
im the guy you find hard to see, every time i pop up im startin beef
critique ya every movement, when you speak, i breach through it
no releif i leave ya clueless, taking a leap, but i beat you stupid
half ya rhymes are playgerized, retract mind, your a fake that lies
i build states with lines, kill dates, spill banks like bill gates in size

Panic stricken, diagnosed with hypertension, fucking with superstition
I’m in the Emergency Room trippin in the fetal position,
feeding on greasy chicken while nurses with needles are flippin
I MUST be sick then, cause I don’t even have to work at rippin
I’m nice in the post like as if Shaquille was spittin, I kill with diction
Don’t deal with bitchin, use text to conceal my tension
I verbally charged so with ease I’ll heat ya, rhymes stay on your mind like propecia
Molest mindz ..deceive ya plus I’m better with Keys than Alicia

minds burnin with the rhyme tournaments gonna tell you now I'm permenant
my lines earnin it Nemesis said I am hungry well you can call me the direst sarge
with crimes you heard of me I'm verbally charges not deserving I'm learnin to barge
on sucka emcee that woul dhave the nerve to extract a word to attack
I burn hurbs whos infact gulity of the verse that ababts for dissing my crew and name
have em kissing my shoes in shame I'm now listing the fools who came
in for my girl there after her til the massacre the chapter stirrs even darker than most
Stevens harder than most I don't care about impressing sumone who desn't know me
this goes double who wasn't flowing for this hip-hop game my love is growing
so you got a problem then shots can solve em but cock up all em my vest relfection
has less defection so shoot me in the head don't mess directions wit blessed protection
my breath is fectin to live on forever for the better in the wether kill you wit a pop can
can you feel the shot man when the cops ride I see a lot ride but I blast him high
and when I ride I see massive hide have bastord in a closed casket why


thought I'd drop a second rap can't ever neglect this crap got hectic daps
so accept the fact that I'm the best to rap I don't mess in that which I don't belong
show you why they call me most improove outta the top 5 you folks can move
you choke I groove and you can see me locin and smokin *BOOM*
the rap genie complete with a magic carpit give you tragic scars quick
if you every add the garbage leave you sad and heartless I'm mad to start it
and more than happy to have torn the crappy head thats born so nappy
that is messin up his mind hes messin much to shine thats an enormous mistake
in a second his families gonna mourn this his fate I was born wit a take
it from the core which I rape your talent and you its of my own advangatge
have an emcee sown and banaged come near my throne for damage
can't atone so can it come correct and just break a bone off and hand it
back to as a gift I'm on the maddest spit in rap I'm glad I rip
with the fastest spit call me Rap Jesus of Naserith!!! I had you chick
cuz she knows I badder clits in this rap game I'm climbin the ladder tricks

[Bigot Hitman]

Cities get Crumbled to Dust and Kibble with Such a Ripple that all within its Touch gets Crippled,
With Enough Centrifical Force it'll Torch ya Physical North and leave Literal Burns an Warts,
Only the Miserable Learn to Bark for Life while the Critical are only Concerned with how Hard they Bite,
Dayz an Nights, Electrically Charged with Might, Paybacks a Bitch, so I Guess your Wife'll Have to Suffice,
My Knife will Sliddice, Givin Bates a Fight is not to Bright, Get It Right!
U can Gripe an Moan, Bitch an throw Fits Alone, But Im still gonna send a couple Clips Through ya Bonez

That shits crack bra, you gettin better, each one of the verses is ill but this stands out

[Mantra]

Verse one

On my block this was this lady Ruth, everyone called her sex//
Every dude in my hood wanted to bone her, they even offered gee's to get her un-dressed//
To most of the girls she was like an idol, but the older woman gave her no respect//
She sexed married women's husbands, broke families up, ,alot of people were upset//
she got death threats, from women vexed//
But all of them disappeared from the set//
It was a unsolved mystery, noone knew her age just her history//
One day she grabbed me up and started huggin me', but i pushed her away before she stared kissin' me//
She said you buggin' gee, every nigga in the hood is dreamin' to put their dick in me//
Told her i'm not the one, she said, it don't matter if ya young, i know ya hung//
She started yellin' he don't like girls, so i brought her in my crib to control the situation//
I took a shit, she said go ahead baby i'll be in the living room waiting//
Locked the bathroom door, and pulled up the window ready to escape when, some older guy said "Don't fuck her or you'll die like all the others//
She yelled don't worry about protection James, i have plenty of rubbers//
so i'm nearly out the window, when all of a sudden the door fly's open//
Sex got a nine in her hand, tellin' me if i don't drop my pants she's gonna kill me she wasn't joking//
So i dropped em' and she got on her knees passionately suckin' the deez//
It felt good as hell, but those words the older guy said came back to me//
So she un-dressed i slipped on the laytex, til' i was distracted by some tats on her back//
II read a thousand names, she said those are all the people she slept with in the sack//
Before i could react she put the nine to my dick and said hit it from the back//
I went soft, so she sucked me off more, then i heard a gun blast the front door//
Police ran in, said freeze you and that fuckin' whore//
I said what's all the ruckus for, the officer said she's wanted for a thousand murders//
Before another word was spoken, Sex shot herself in the head with her own burner//

[singodsuperior]

that's an ill story yo

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

fire story style

[Lil' Ruger]

a lil corny at some parts but most storys are....i anticipate verse 2!!!

[Killer Falcon]

whats good james? good to read new material from you. was a good story, well told. the only problem i found with this is that i couldnt pick up the flow, doesnt appear to be a consistent structure or rhythm which i can follow. keep it up man, would like to see what else you've been up to.

peace

[Mantra]

Tnanks for the feedback everyone, it's good to know that people take time to check out what i write. i rushed this one so i know it's somewhat un-structured. But the words just flow sometimes, ya'll know how it is when you get in your zone.

[Mantra]

Chrous

i'm in the squad car watching these squads on the block armed
moving my bosses product, let em' kill each other, as long as i'm not harmed//
you niggers we got ya'll under survilance, set-up's thanks to ya mom's//
If ya'll make too much money, were coming ring the alarm//

verse one

everyday i wake up kiss my wife, and kids//
money on my mind, my gods the dollar sign//
My nine i bust loving the sight of bullets hittin' niggers
another one bites the dust//
my job gives me an adrenaline rush//
I'm the one criminals trust//
If they pay me the right price, they won't be touched//
but if they refuse, they gettin' beatdown, and tazered duke//
giving adolescents g-packs to sell to teachers in school//
these niggers hate me cool, i'm following the bosses rules//
my badge is power, i raid spots i set-up to get back my drugs, and dollars//
laughing as i'm bashing these cowards, spitting up blood//
in my community i'm loved, and the neighbors i never charge em' for drugs//
Trained to hate you black thugs, and latinos got your cell phones bugged//
snitches show us love, so for that fixes are given//
me and my bosses flood your communities with guns, and drugs..and build the prisons so our families get richer..destroying ya'll is our everyday mission//

Chrous

Verse 2

i just bought a mansion in the hamptons from stealing 2 kilo's in a raid//
my partner wasn't down for it, so the son-of-a-bitch got sprayed//
moves we make are for our families sake//
i caught a bull-shit case because some uncooperative niggers bones i had to break//
He sued i beat the case, then payed some thug weight to shoot em' in the face//
Life is great, when all you gotta do is ride around, beat-up clowns, raid spots, shoot niggers and eat donuts all day//
i got spanish and black bitches that'll suck my dick they give me info
on who's running shit//
stupid bitches have no idea i already know what their telling me, i just like the fact they suck my dick//
me and my partners are catching fits the bosses keep hiring niggers, and spicks//
But i make more money than them anyway i'm filthy fuckin' rich//
every dealer in the city knows for every drug sold, i get a percentage off the payment//
or else i'll pay kids to put your brains on the pavement//
to these rookies in training i'm fucking famous//
and niggers who talk i ram my night stick up their ainus//

Chrous

verse 3

So know i'm gettin' reprimanded for past actions//
instead of controlling criminal action, my duties traffic//
Some latin cat drove by in a Benz, and spit in my face laughin'//
i wrote down the info of his liscence plate, he made a grave mistake//
!0 minutes to eight i'm off duty, time to track the cat that was acting un-ruly//
got his address got my glock dressed in plain clothes//
Drove up to his house, there he goes with some kid, and women on the front porch//
approached him with a vengence, sucker punched him with all my force//
Broke his jaw, got him against the wall, trying to plant 2 bags of crack in his draws//
That way i can take him to the station, and book him on a charge//
About to cuff him when, 6 guys jumped in i felt a bat hit the back of my head, so i grabbed my glock and started firing//
Then i heard a lady scream'You just killed my son!'//
Scared as hell i grabbed the gun and shells and started to run//
Until i heard a blast from a shotgun, and felt 2 hot ones rip through my knees//
i screamed "you son of a bitches crippled me!"//
in pain i screamed then seen the guy with the shotty put it to my head and say "Today your a dead pig" i pleaded for mercy but the kid spit on me then burst a shot through my wig//
Know i sit in hellfire reminising of my demise, too bad it took me to lose my own life to realize//
What goes around comes back around, i was a crooked cop that wouldn't stop harrasing people black, and brown//

[Mantra]

a lil corny at some parts but most storys are....i anticipate verse 2!!!

Yeah i kinda thought this was corny too, i actually was influenced to write this listening to R.a. the ruggedman's verse off that jedi mind trick's album.

[bad boy T]

I didn't no you rapped that well

[PACMAN]

nice shit
waiting for verse 2