Title Speaks For Itself...
Spit That Dark Shit...
Title Speaks For Itself...
Spit That Dark Shit...
Last edited by 444trumpets; 06-11-2007 at 08:35 PM.
WE ARE DISCUSSING THE END OF THE WORLD-OR HOW TO DELAY IT.
running Down The Path Saw
bats seek The Voyage Down The Hallway
i Remember That Day..
whiplash Body Slashed My Instinct Death,
i Didnt Know Shadow follows Light Hollow I Bury Sounds,
footsteps Like Cat,
prints
i Slash, Victims Easy, Too Soon For I Desire More Blood Drips..
feeling Of Hope, I Walk For More Throats ,
keeps it Coming...
Last edited by 444trumpets; 04-08-2008 at 10:21 PM.
WE ARE DISCUSSING THE END OF THE WORLD-OR HOW TO DELAY IT.
Just Wacth Me Mutha Fucka Just Watch....
Spit that dark shit...
WE ARE DISCUSSING THE END OF THE WORLD-OR HOW TO DELAY IT.
Level 67 familar's from heaven
come to my aid/with angelic blades/sendin dead zombies back to their graves/
you'll never rise again like the sword of dawn/summoning skeletons
spittin flaming arrows and 32 bit javelins/
i transform into mist/traveling within the midst of sirens/
i like the sound effect they make when they evaporate while screaming/
i'm inside castlevania/symphony of the night/
with da wu shirt camofage timberlands and a bobby digital cloak/ that
digitize's my physical form from shine of the moon light/
ayo the coffins in sight pike men try to stop my plight/
i take flight and elevate they minds wit the mic/
yo exile the crucifix rewritten tone mounuments face blacksound of hells home i zone out by my lonely v=being chase by fear hidout for who cries ambush left looks of death right i fight for more hearts of men
cry
your throat strangled heart poked soak in blood i pasture your honor moonlight i stare above me blod drip[s i cant wait
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The Dark shit, blood stains under carpets
If u come to expose, u leave heartless
Ya corpse hangin from yo gutters, yup
The seeds awake,
Find out how daddy looks crushed the fuck up
No guns to bust but, i use sharp objects
The hardest sculpturer carve up ya melon
A felon artist,
From sane the farthest, green grows my gardens
From burnt down bodies, the earth's ground pardons
my wrongs, bein a hitman, sumtimes i eat my kills
My bloddy face is stare'in at u...i need my thrills
So i pounce on u wit every ounce of my frame
How i'ma get ya ain't pre-thought, unlike a chess game
Freestlyed actions, pick up the chipped axe an'
Hit u in the dome wit the dull side, lay u out laugh'in
All for a brief lingering feel of satisfaction
Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 06-12-2007 at 10:19 AM.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
breath in the air of your decomposing corpse
sliced up and diced up, crucified on the porch
blood drips, mud tips over your body
pale face, death taste- equivlent to honey
runny seaping leakin weepin, cuts gashes- gummy
split tummy, cliped sonny, your slaughter still stuns me
Bank heist in Kathmandu, it was a slaughter
The day Buddha was born it rained tea instead of water
....
Last edited by 444trumpets; 07-12-2007 at 04:48 PM.
WE ARE DISCUSSING THE END OF THE WORLD-OR HOW TO DELAY IT.
lets keep it a secret LAKES AND RIVERS
FLOW THE MESSAGE ACROSS WITH PASSAGES
THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL
DISASTER COMES AFTER THE THROAT IS SLIT
BLOOD DRIPS
HUMAN INSTINCT RELEASE THE CONSEQUENCE
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you'll git bludgeoned in my war dungeon, tortured and decapitated/
you go through trials without the court orders and affidavits/
I'll crack your faces wit a billy-bat and batter domes/
step in my battlezone, it's similar to that in Rome/
I'll snap your bones inside the colliseum, bloody mess/
then feed you to the lions, cryin', it's an ugly death/
I studied chess, so every single move's ahead of yours/
sever your head in four, your bishops bled and fled the war/
I'll smash you rooks, then rape your queen and leave the condom torn/
watch me place your king in check, my intellect's beyond the norm/
the game is over, say goodbye and take a final breath/
stab you wit a spartan's spear that can penetrate through rhynos flesh/
I'll leave your back full of scars, and slash your lady up/
enemies git shacked and starved in Castlevania!!
see In Castlevania
we Maniacs Attract Light Out Dark Embark In Grave Sites Holy Night Fusion Of Knives Swing Body Parts I Count Heads For Count Dracula Fed
stalker Excuse For Murder Tragedy Once Stepped In The House Of Darkness
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yo mind dwindle horror, last written qoute bandage ya body float over rivers of fire, desire many to fall over the hill crossover judgment fold ya body cold to the touch of your soul,
surrender your life...
WE ARE DISCUSSING THE END OF THE WORLD-OR HOW TO DELAY IT.
Dissect each and every enzyme with my rhymes
The blood spatter pattern on the wall, caused by my lines
I let my metaphors mangle you - flesh, bones and all
Grind that gangrene out your guts, D-Infinite stand tall
moving this to temple of darts 444
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BEWARE:
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BEWARE:
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aigth then but make sure you drop somthin in here
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