Castlevania

[oDoUoSoKo]

cool, good idea actually..

the undead laureate, survivalist is my title spit
knives til everyone's dead, mentally making bibles rip
fangs attached to my upper jaw, lightning hitting twice when i
arrive, with a mask of mud carrying a flask of blood
rocket launcher attached with acid scuds, your ass is grass and im
a lighter and a match combined with gas, to blast the asinine
rappers with the mind of the average nine year old, my rhymes unfold
and makes your spine corrode, until you croak like some kind of Toad..

[Sleep Sinatra]

hit a nigga in the adams apple wit a sledgehammer/
enemies get battered my zone's known as a legit hazard/
twist bastards necks untill the shit pop an crunch/
cannabalistic on the prowl might have 2 stop for lunch/
ya thoughts are punched once ya brains exposed/
sleep b maming hoe's didnt touch diana but i strangled rose/
...what a touchy subject? u fuckhead get offed bruh/
verbal jimmy hoffa dispose of ya body proper/
the shotty popper ya heart gushin like like a fountain drink/
slice ya scalp touch ya mind so u cant count or think!

[LuckyTheWonderDog]

Here's a little one I just came up with. May add to it later if I can be bothered.

From the depths of the darkness a killer emerges
Fillin hearses to satisfy bloodthirsty urges
Adrenalin surges as the first gets murdered
Throat slit with a scream but nobody heard it

[BornPower]

The man in black fled across the desert
and the gunslinger followed
upon my neck, the sun's pressure
sands swim and shift makin it difficult to swallow
squint against the wind with cupped hands
dust and sand in competition with a hollow man
followin plans demanded from the heavens in a loud voice
now drownin in an unleavened land's famine
mentals crippled
his sinister choice to continue his voyage by sevens
severin connections to kin and confederates lessened the human links
but it allowed him to cleanse his clouded dreams
and do the brutal things needed
greeted by beautiful demons
servin burnin drinks guaranteed
to kill the chill of the earth's surface heat
thirst is a curse of the weak
and my tongue is the first to peak when the furnaces speak
survey a landscape deserted and bleak
burnt trees reach for the moon's red eyes
while a fool's wickedness convinces him
he was confused when testifyin
I choose the direction of mice and men
as I blew death across the depths
through icy fingers with wind
the connection strengthens
optic twigs extendin
sharper images scripted
taken apart by agent armed syringes
they missin a single digit from start to finish
spit shards and slivers
darts dipped and twisted with the hardest particles in existence
thin and malnutritioned
south CHIolin spits the distance
tempted by demons
I grit teeth, shift heat, and keeep trippin
my arsenal of parchment is missin sheets
but once started there's no stoppin my the mission's completed
pawns in positions to reach ranks unseen by mere mortals
peer in this soul's portals
evil bleeds in large portions
waitin to recieve orders to pour through
tortured, boiled, and brewed
I've been called the Destroyer of Truth
Bones, broken and bruised, spoke the soil and grew
voyages in excess of 100 proof
fools get hunted in schools, usually
platoons of harpoons
marchin to the tunes of ranks and files
ninja gaidin over spaces, escapin from shaded to blank tiles
8th ranked with basic styles
don't get frustrated, this shit takes a while...

[Lil' Ruger]

*puts RazZ-P voice on*

hmmmmmmm

i stalk the old world russia and all
they see me as god 100 feet tall
i bring darkness upon the world in the form of diseases
your life isnt needed you die weeping even tho with god you pleaded
i've excreted noxious chemicals to disrupt your mentals
its simple i infect you with bumbling pimples
im a man with no name a man with no dame
the world is heartless and there will be no change
ill see to that your current shirt bleed through that
and you fucking house ill stampede through that
put my Klown face on ready kill
blood spills on my dills but i fucked her still
horrorcore to the door leave niggaz pleading for more
till i give it to em like slamming there dick in the car door
you bar whores get spun on like old card board
i have created my own world made of rust spins on a broken axis
leave you severly bleeding on my basement matress
disect you then stand you erect one swing of the axe up there goes your neck
light swings back and forth violently spilling light in other places
i drive on an endless rode with the hearse you see tortured faces
exercism excursion emerge into the light
ive come close too good life despite my plight
hatred rises despising creation
the black plague ressurected cuts through the nation
kills a majority of the population
but i am immune eat whole shrooms in a dark room
knife blade glinting wathcing cartoons

[444trumpets]

castlevania...
once Inside I Reach For An Axe I Swing
aimed At Ya Soul, Fortold In My Scroll,
i Left Em Hanging By His Own Concious Yo Listen Ill Leave The Mark Of The Beast Across Ya Eye Seems To Pity i Slay Foes Reap
underground Layer I Creep Beside You When You Sleep
wake Up To A Sword Through Ya Dome Piece Deceased
dragged Unconsiously,i Howl At The Moonlight

[Lil' Ruger]

HERES A STORY FOR YA'LL


Continue murder venues old woman in the window
spying on my temple rituals in my basement
longdark hallways smoke in the house my world is all haze
trapped in a daze walking down the street
you see no faces just dark figures and the patter of feet
you continue to walk the street seems to stretch
you step on the sidewalk because the road reaches depth
the moon is obscured although you can see its light
you walk through a bush struggle with all your might
nightgown blowing cackles rise through the air
a man on a pike but naked bare
declare to the space around you "Come And get me"
you fall backwards the air is sort of misty
the nightmare becomes real you start to feel pain
your stamina is drained and you hear yelps of the insane
emerging from the mist and old watch on his wrist
he offers you several tokens then continues into the abyss
as he turns you spot hanging out is his brain
you draw back in disgust then examine the coins
you take out the switch blade wich slipped down towards your groin
you continue your stride particularly confused
but this world seems fake you label it a dream and become amused
you see a trolly seemingly abandoned
although you see a figure on it stalking it as if it were for ransom
you walk up to the trolly he turns violently at random
you offer him the tokens he looks at it happily
he offers you a hand and lifts you up automatically
but then the trolly speeds up riding down the road
you try to speak to him but his facial features dont show
he finally turns around and examines you questioningly
he asks you are you carrying a weapon my liege
liege you wonder? then you remeber the blade
you nod your head approvingly although no emotion on his face is displayed
he asks you about your life not giving time to answer
hes a normal old man although he looks sickly as if from cancer
but then something shone his face turns to bone
then you realize you two are not alone
on your left are a few men women and children wavy in their shape
the whole trolly is then submerged in a lake as you go deeper ou discover fire
then you suddenly realize what has transpired
he tells you your life was a failure you didnt do well
you had different cells for drug sells
SO WELCOME TO HELL

i had fun with that pkz comment on that

[Sleep Sinatra]

ayo drop melodic murders shots'll serve the faint hearted/
get stabbed in the face for shit u aint start or play part-in/
roamin wit dragons that'll turn ya bones 2 ashes wit arson/
scatter-shots sparkin ya lifeforce cracked in half an then darkened/
Sleep the marksmen, i snipe wit precision an rarely miss/
these herb's is scary kid swell ya grill till protective masks'll barely fit/
cant prepare for this crush ya lary-n-x u die slow/
the worlds an evil place so im rimin wit my eyes closed..

[ChristO]

philly, pistol-rangia, missiles maiming a
body of work, possibly a shirt with brains on it
turf with stains on it, burgundy clouds
walking around to get to the store for the chow
the cleansing of war all-around on the grounds
to hear about it, could calm any raw nigga down
who be about it, depending on how you heard it
what draws to the sermon and what gets you nervous
all hush when the tools out ready to move out
make any tresspasser eager to move out
bush must have 'em thinking they can be around us
suicide, can't escape with any secrets 'bout us
believe me beloved, I'm a ghost about it
soldiers think they can work the chrome without me
luci think that the belly can go on without me?
I'm being born, wifing my earth? chrominati
more than a wet t-shirt, a whole tsunami
4th chamber catchin' bodies? a whole new hobby
when the squeeze on the rock number three
I hack anybody in the paint, better shoot for a three
I outnumber you even if it's more of you than me
triggermortis leaving niggas more than catching z's...