Shizzah's Mental Asylum

[Ritter]

Step through the rusted gate into the asylum
The most trusted fate is filled with masala
The mental pulses barely exist
Crooked eyes barely see through the mist
Thousands of geinuses cutting their wrists
All for fall,fallen ideas in an endless list
Walls with cracks and tracks of blood
What is water? We wash our hands with mud
Death casualties happen here hour-based
And the medicine is always 10 hours late
People shaking, can't hold a spoon so they starve
I survived there,now I'm coming back like Favre
When I escaped, ice was falling from the sky
The rows of people outside waiting to apply
The doctors claim to know,but they want you to die
Their treatment cold as snow,injecting fear in your eye
No windows on the walls,absolutely no light
Can't take it anymore, so I say 'I leave tonight'
If anyone is in my way, I CHOKE THEM DEAD
IMAGES OF BLOOD RUSHING THROUGH MY HEAD
I STABBED THE NURSE,AND HER WHOLE BODY BLED
TOOK HER LEG,AND PAINTED THE WALLS RED
Everyone from the staff has ran off and fled
Security chained me to the bed,and gave me some med
I spit it in his face and take his knife
3 seconds later,I TAKE HIS FUCKING LIFE
I RUN I BREAK DOWN THE DOOR
FLINGING MY KNIFE KNOCKIN EVERYBODY TO THE FLOOR
BLOODY SLAUGHTER IS WHAT THEY SAID IN THE NEWS
'There's a ticking bomb out there,that can't be defused'
My killing spree continues to this very day
In my play, there is no apex of sun's way...

[Ritter]

The blue solar hovering above my head
I should run away,yet I stalk instead
Belgrade,2029, a stranded back-alley
Junk in the back,from the political rally
I walk outside to gaze at the blue solar
I'm 26 years old,but I feel older
Hunch in my back, and a munch in my lap
A dead bird, and a sick rat,how's that?
I'm not sick,yet I fell my heart-rate line is flat
I don't give a crap, I take from the floor a dirty old hat
Now I really look like Jack the Ripper
I find a raped girl in the alley, and I strip her
Burn her body and eat the meat for dinner
I visit the graveyard in search for my mothers tomb
It's been a while since I came out of her womb
The tombstone is dusty,and the metal letters are rusty
I take a handful of leaves and start dusting
I see her name pale 'R.I.P. Sonja' (pronounced Sonia)
So I kiss the grave and go wandering around the boneyard
I take a a couple of bones and build an instrument
Form compositions that are intricate
Hence,the elements are tense,and the lens
Is crooked,and everything is blue
There's only a couple of days till my life is through
So I gaze upwards,upon the light of the day
I gaze upwards,upon the Apex of Sun's Way

[Ritter]

As I grab the syringe from my drawer
Sit back in the armchair,cocaine galore
What more can a man ask for
As I hear the opening of the back door
I toss the syringe down on the floor
Dr Watson says this like the 100 times before
'Cocaine again, Holmes?'
'Oh hush it Watson it's for my bones'
We go back to work after a few exchanged glares
I go to sleep and go back to my nightmares
I was walking down the crime scene,high
Someone paying the king a coin to turn a blind eye
I was confused, I saw vinegar flies
They were hovering over the lifeless body
Which means that the victim was a cook
The stabs were in the rib,which means the killer was a crook
Unprofessional killing means his hand was shook
A petty thief, who could it be?
Could it be anyone of the Phoenix Tree?
A group of bastards and lowlifes
Leaving nobles with no life,no wife
No money, take their jewelry
Suddenly everything started shaking and was getting blurry
Watson was waking me, I must have been dreaming
That was some case, it would make a fine reading
Another addition in the fine psalmbook
In Sherlock Holmes' Notebeook

[BornPower]

Ha!
I'm really diggin how you do the pic then rap about it.
Great execution.

[Ritter]

Ha!
I'm really diggin how you do the pic then rap about it.
Great execution.

Thanks god. Expect more tonight. I have some blurry ideas.

[Guarded By Martyrs]

As I grab the syringe from my drawer
Sit back in the armchair,cocaine galore
What more can a man ask for
As I hear the opening of the back door
I toss the syringe down on the floor
Dr Watson says this like the 100 times before
'Cocaine again, Holmes?'
'Oh hush it Watson it's for my bones'

Hahahaha

Thats dopeness !!!!!!!!!

Keep it up bro.

[Ritter]

Hahahaha

Thats dopeness !!!!!!!!!

Keep it up bro.

Thanks bro. I was actually reading to the book a couple of hours before I wrote that. There was a part when Holmes and Watson discussed his addiction, that was hilarious, so I just felt like writing something about it.

[Maccabee Ridah]

Shizz, I do not got word to describe how fucked that shyt is...
keep droppin it bro.......
Props...

[Ritter]

Tomes of destruction, my agenda for today
Graveyard pillaging, and digging your grave
Ancient villaging, bringing you pain
Torture techniques,developed as we speak
Pierce a tiny hole in you,so blood could leak
You can't run, I chained your hands and feet
Now you just watch your blood drip and drip
Drop by drop,losing your blood
Now it's a blood pool,it will be a flood
After you die I feed you to the lions
Hang your head on a belt like Orion's
Second victim, another tome
Crucify you and nail your every bone
Sow your lips together,and make you scream
Sow your eyelids open,and point you a laser beam
To the eyes,you can't cry,you just hope to die
No boy,this is torture,and it is far from over
Graveyard burning,corpses tossing and turning
The Devil came to tell me the I have sinned
I go to the demons and that's what I did
Confessed,to the very end,left the devil mentally pinned
And who in the world said he was red-skinned?
He's green,or maybe it's just my horrors he has seen
They knew I was twisted,ever since I was seamen
Now I'm in hell, scaring shit out of demons
I took torture to a whole nother level
Now they have me apologizing to the devil

[Ritter]

Sound of machine-guns piercing the eardrum
The fears pump, tears numb, writing a letter 'Dear mum'
'It's hell here, and it doesn't seem like the end's near,
The grenadiers cheeer,but I think we will all disappear
Mom, if I don't come back home,make sure sis knows
That I love her, and that in my life ain't nothing above her
It's hell out here, above our heads aircraft always hovers
I got hit in the leg today,so I'm in a field hospital'
Soldiers with moral is this shit possible
The motto was 'Be a man' and many died trying
The pilots are high flying, but only for a short time
Because they get knocked down, and die
Countless corpses flooding the battlefield
It was a graveyard from the beginning
Since the first shot was fired, their whole world was spinning
Post-apocalyptic war,never seen before
What does it have in store for the horde
Everything's black and white like a chess board
The plutonium flashing poisoning the threshold
The smoke so deep,they can't see their feet
They didn't sleep for two weeks
Their colorless eyes,and their dirty cheeks
The battlefield reeks of defeat
Grenades flying innocent people dying
All for what cause? Moral lying
They trick us to think that we ain't people,we ain't men
Fuck manhood,I won't see home again
It motivates the pen,to write again and again
It is hell,from beginning to end
We can't let go, the head said so
It's repetetive like techno
Shoot,duck,shoot,duck,hope for a glimmer of luck
In this mobile graveyard we're stuck
And everything is chaotic as fuck
Every day a new nuclear threat
The rain's no longer wet,and the water is land
Stones tuned to sand, isn't it grand
Corpses flooding the floor, broke down doors
And you're telling me you're ready for war?

[Ritter]

A young rapper wanting to make his name known
Spittin knowledge on the corner everybody's mind blown
Teaching his own about their home
A gift is bestown upon young MC Loan
Until he began doing that thing in the vein
The pain is to hard to explain, he contained
The brain of the top MC in the game
But fucked up over some H and cocaine
His name was quickly gone in vain
His mind is slow, in the pits of hell he's thrown
So in hell he roams, trying to come clean
And every time he reaches out for that syringe
His whole life goes back under the bridge

A young X dealer by the name of Chill
No money to eat so he earned his by pill
Everybody knew his hustle and he kept it real
No fancy jewelry nor fancy fast cars
"That shit would only get me behind bars
Cops always on the ones with cash
I wanna be the one who has the last laugh"
He would beat up those who were late with payment
His home was the hot dry pavement
He made every single arrangement
Chill had connections all around the city
When he's on the job,he's Mr. Incogniti
Life was pretty everything was flare
He had his best homies that were always there
Smoking L by his side,watching his back
Until one day a bitch-ass named Quack
Everybody knew he was a rat on crack
So one day he snitches Chill to the local cop Ted
Ted brings the feds,they loot his meds
And pop few in his head... his fate has been read
Funny how in the dope game you always wind up dead
Whether you're a junkie or a dealer
It has always been known that drugs is a killer

An officer in the precinct, Sgt Miller
Out on a manhunt after some cop killers
8 nasty dudes rolling independently
His job just wasn't meant to be
A pen to me represents making of history
A gun to them represented this glory
Killing innocent officers who wanna do some good
Don't talk about it in the hood cause that would be rude
The sarge caught one dude in the nude with his bitch
Beat him up all night, it was a solo-lynch
The second one was on the corner dealing the weed
Beat him up all night, got all the answers he need
Put this one in jail, Sarge was derailed
Three of them were running and failed
Three remaining heard the news and bailed
Sgt Miller's purpose still wasn't fulfilled
The number of cop killers still isn't nilled
He went after them,across the whole country
The three found him,not the other way around
Three shots to the heart, Officer Down....

[Ritter]

Comments people... I need to know what you think.

[Maccabee Ridah]

Damn great....
Sick lyrics...
I would be pleased to hear some1 spit them over some sick beats....
Keep droppin them...
Props...........!

[Ritter]

Damn great....
Sick lyrics...
I would be pleased to hear some1 spit them over some sick beats....
Keep droppin them...
Props...........!

Who knows, maybe I do in the future...

[Ritter]

The moon casting light upon the grand tombstones
Shedding light at old rotten bones
Muddy terrain, grass bloddy deadly,how can I be ready?
I brought an axe like the Indians so I could walk steady
Keep an eye out if anyones out here to rend me
Pillaged grave wherever I cast my eyes
I try to stay disguised, searching to the answer of the lies
Stumble upon something, probably a sarcophagus
Around me dirty old cottages, destiny's pottages
I cause ratchet by swinging the hatchet
And so I ransacked the casket, it lasted
For a thousand years, I blasphemed
Skeletons pointing at me 'Bastard!'
I lifted their R.I.P. now they rest inside me
The curse of a thousand years that cannot be lifted
I seek victims and I have them listed
I fall down inside a hole in the ground
Like Warcloud, I bring holes to the cloud
Beams of darkness falling from the lifeless sky
Dream of righteous is an illusion and a lie
Upon the land where spirits have lease
You want peace, you end up deceased
The spirit corruption massively increased
We are the sum of our fears
All these years, the ending was near
BAM! Fall down in to an open coffin
Break the deadmans bones, and carry him on my load
My visions blown, the lightning sparks blood
Wash my sinful hands with mud
There is no such thing as fate, nor as hope
The destiny's mechanisms shocking as a jolt
The bloody lightning bolt hit me in the heart
Now I rest in the coffin, dead as meant
While my corpse lives on in corrupted scent